THE  BENSON  LIBRARY  OF  HYMNOLOGY 

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Louis  Fitzgerald  Benson,  d.d. 

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^SBI  W  IHuuf. 


LESSER  HYMNAL. 


A  Collection  of  Hymns,  selected  chiefly  from 
the  Standard  Hymn-Book 


METHODIST  EPISCOPAL  CHURCH. 


NEW  YORK : 
N  E  L  S  O  N~&     PHILLIPS. 

CINCINNATI:    HITCHCOCK    k    WALDEN. 

1875. 


49747       2QMy 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S75,  by 

NELSON  <fc  PHILLIPS, 
in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress  at  Washington. 


OFFICIAL    SANCTION. 


ACTION   OF    THE   BOOK    COiliTITTKE. 

Resolved.  That  we  recommend  the  Book  Agents  to  publish  a  small 
collection  of  hymns,  mostly  from  our  Hymn  Book,  for  use  in  Sun- 
dav-schools  and  in  Social  Worship.       W.  II.  Hunter,  Pt-esident. 

'Feb.  11.  18T&  M.  J.  Talbot,  Secretary. 

ACTION   OF   THE    AGENTS. 

In  compliance  with  the  above  resolution  of  the  Book  Committee, 
we  requested  Rev.  II.  W.  Warren.  D.D..  to  select  the  hymns,  and 
Eben  Tourjee,  Mas.  Dr..  to  edit  the  musical  department,  "of  the  ac- 
companying work.  Nklsoh  &   Phillips. 

IXTKODrCTORY. 
The  Hymns  in  our  Standard  Hymn  Book  are  not  only 
doctrinal,  but  unusually  expressive  of  strong  devotional 
feelings,  and  of  the  fullest  and  richest  spiritual  experiences. 
They  are  as  profitable  for  devotional  reading  as  for  pri- 
vate and  public  worship.  This  Collection  could  have  no 
higher  commendation  than  is  furnished  by  the  fact  that 
the  Hymns  are  mainly  selected  from  our  official  Hymn 
Book ;  and  I  think,  selected  with  good  taste  and  judg- 
ment It  is  of  the  very  first  importance  that  the  chil- 
dren in  our  Sunday-schools  should  know  the  Hymns  in 
common  use  in  our  public  worship.  This  will  prepare 
them  to  join  in  the  singing  in  our  social  meetings,  and  to 
take  part  in  the  devotional  services  of  the  sanctuary.  It 
will  be  an  incentive  to  them  to  attend  public  worship,  be- 
cause they  will  be  prepared  to  share  in  its  exercises. 
These  Hymns  will  furnish  them  with  sentiments  and  spir- 
itual songs  that  will  be  useful  to  them  in  hours  of  peni- 
tence, of  temptation,  of  adversity,  of  religious  joy,  of  closet 
devotion,  and  when  dying.  01  how  different  from  those 
flippant,  sentimental,  semi-religious  songs  used  in  so  many 
of  our  Sunday-schools!  The  importance  of  having  the 
same  hymns  generally  used  at  our  family  altars,  in  our 
Sunday-schools,  and  in  our  public  r-ongregat,:ons.  cannot 
well  be  over  estimated.  This  Collection,  published  by 
the  Book  Agents  upon  the  recommendation  of  the  Book 
Committee,  by  its  cheapness,  by  the  skill  with  which  it 
has  been  compiled,  and  by  its  simple  music,  provides  ad- 
mirably for  meeting  this  great  desideratum,  not  by  super- 
seding our  general  Hymn  Book,  but  by  hading  to  its 
higher  appreciation  and  more  general  use. 

K.  S.  Janes. 


PREFACE. 


Explanatory. 


The  object  of  this  book  is  manifold  : — 

1.  To  aid  in  giving  unity  to  the  Church,  Social 
Meeting,  and  Sunday-School.  The  Sunday-school 
pupil  should  not  find  the  Social  and  Church  Sing- 
ing an  unknown  realm.  ;' Ariel,"  "  Harwell," 
u  Coronation,"  ''Almost  Persuaded,"  and  a  hun- 
dred, other  ringing  or  tender  tunes,  are  as  appro- 
priate for  the  Sunday-school  as  for  any  other 
assembly.  The  glorious  old  hymns  of  the  ages 
should  vibrate  through  every  department  of  the 
Church,  and  the  vivid,  vital  hymns  of  faith  that 
have  been  born  of  latter-day  Pentecosts,  that  have 
thrilled  camp-meetings,  love-feasts,  and  prayer- 
meetings,  should  spread  both  ways  into  Church 
and  Sunday-school.  Then  the  child  and  the  old- 
est saint  will  feel  at  home  in  every  department. 

2.  To  put,  at  the  lowest  possible  price,  a  large 
variety  of  sterling  standard  hymns,  unaltered  and 
unabridged,  whose  meaning  is  well  understood 
and  approved,  within  the  reach  of  all. 

3.  To  suggest  a  great  variety  of  tunes,  both  old 
and  new.  Leaders  are  apt  to  fall  into  the  habit 
of  using  a  very  limited  number  of  tunes,  to  the 
great  detriment  of  spirited  singing.  To  print  this 
great  variety  in  our  limits  would  be  impossible. 
We  have,  therefore,  given  the  melody,  or  a  part  of 
it  where  it  is  well  known,  of  over  two  hundred 
tunes,  and  referred,  for  the  convenience  of  the  or- 
ganist, to  the  page  in  the  Tribute  of  Praise 
where  the  harmony  is  to  be  found.  The  hymn  will 
usually  be  found  in  the  "  Tribute  "  associated  with 
the  first  tune  mentioned.  The  first  number  given 
refers  in  each  case  to  the  melody  at  the  back  part 
of  the  book. 

4 


II  0  B  T  A  T  0  K  Y. 

We  beg  the  leaders  of  sonLr  to  sing  ideas  as  well 

as  sound.  Talk  briefly  about  a  hymn  before  it  is 
sung.  For  example,  quote  a  passage  of  Scripture 
containing  the  same  idea;  quote  an  omitted  verse 
of  the  hymn,  as  the  second  of  Hymn  159:  — 

'•  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King- : 
Lanre  petitions  with  thc-e  bring : 
For  his  grace  and  love  are  such. 
Thou  canst  never  ask  too  much." 

ibly  for  just  once  you  might  take  the  liberty 

of  reversing  the  first  two  and  last  two  lines  of  the 
last  verse  of  Hymn  To.  so  closing  in  glory  ins 

of  the  grave.  Recall  incidents,  and  thus  fill  old, 
familiar  words  with  new  power.  A  hint  of  what 
we  wish  is  given  in  the  specimen  notes  appended 
to  a  few  of  the  hymns. 

Also,  express  feelings  as  well  as  ideas.  Take 
two  tunes,  if  necessary,  to  express  the  different 
parts  of  one  hymn.  For  example,  the  first  double 
verse  of  Xo.  43  may  be  sung  to  "Windham"  in 
E  Minor,  and  the  rest  to  "Duke  Street"  in  E  Ma- 
jor. See  Xo.  322  for  another  example.  Children 
catch  the  idea  with  surprising  quickne-s.  If  a  hymn 
is  a  prayer,  as  Hymn  335,  the  school  may  pray  it 
with  closed  eyes  and  uplifted  hands. 

Do  not  be  afraid  to  repeat  a  hymn  and  tune  that 
is  found  to  be  full  of  grace  and  power.  Awakened 
patriotism  never  tires  of  "Marching  Along,"  "God 
Save  the  Queen,"  or  "The  Marseillaise;"  nor 
awakened  piety  of  the  "Doxology." 

Eben  Tourjee.  ELenjry  W.  Wakrbn. 

Note. — A  cornet  properly  played,  is  a  most  admirable,  inspiriting, 

and  scriptural  instrument  to  Lead  the  siuLriu'_r  ot'  a  multitude  of 

Important. — 1.  Where  an  organ  is  used,  let  the  melody  be  given 
out  on  the  great  organ,  with  loud  stops,  and  the  harmony  on  the 
swell  or  choir  organ. 

■_'.  A:  (he  conclusion  of  the  prelude,  let  the  full  harm 
on  the  great  or<;an. 

3.  The  last  note  of  ea<-h  line  should  be  sustained  whenever  the 
musical  structure  of  the  tunes  will  admit. 

4.  Interludes  should  not  be  phvj  at  the 
pedal  note  may  be  continued 

5.  Pipe  org 

C.   Every  voice  should  sing;  the  m 
7    -  ng  familiar  turns  fur  urn  new  pio 

rrifcetiiiir>. 


TOPICAL   INDEX. 


THE   FIGURES   REFER   TO    THE   HYMNS. 


Abba,  Father,  136. 
Adoption  and  Assurance,  133- 

138   323 
Aspiration,  134-136,  193,  205, 

262,  294. 
Atonement,  34,  49,  52,  53,  82, 

83. 
Awakening,  91-95. 

Backsliding,  204-207. 
Baptism,  829,  338,  351. 
Benevolence,  24A. 
Bible,  171-174,  284. 

Christ,  death  and  sufferings 
of,  33-42. 

"       incarnation  of,  30-32. 

"       intercession  of,  46-53. 
Church,  63-66. 
Closing  hymns,  257-261. 
Communion  with  God,  211- 

222,  277,  279,  339,  350. 
Confession,  10,  201,  298,  300, 

301. 
Consecration,   247,    263,   265, 

266,  268,294,306,313,  314, 

330,  338. 
Country,  243,  286. 

Death,  167,  198,  251-253. 

Depravity,  86-90. 

Divine  perfections,  25-29. 

Funerals,  187,  230,  234,  243- 
253. 

God,  perfections  of,  25-29. 
Gospel,   provisions   of  the, 

70-85,  332. 
Growth  in  grace,  191-203. 

Holy  Ghost,  the,   54-60,  321, 
337. 

Incarnation  of  Christ,  30-32. 
Intercession  of  Christ,  46-53. 
Introductory,  1-24. 


G 


Inviting,  96-107,  274,  289,  304, 
336,  347. 

Judgment,  254,  255,  267. 
Justijicationhj  faith,  126-132. 

Lord's   Supper,   the,    33-42, 

215,  256,  355,  356. 
Love  Feast,  175-179. 
Love  to  Christ,  287,  312,  317. 

Missionary,  235-238,  273. 

New  Year,  246,  247. 

Patience  in  trial,  185-190. 
Penitential,  108-125. 
Pilgrims,  278,  302,  311. 
Praise,  50,  60,  177,  264,  269, 

271,  272,  295,  327. 
Prayer,  156-170,  276,  318. 
Prospect  of  heaven,  223-234, 

280,  292,  293,  297,  303,  305, 

310,  354. 

Redemption,    290,    291,    308, 

309,  312. 
Resurrection  of  Christ,  43-45. 

Sabbath,  67-69. 

Salvation,  76,   77,   143,    323, 

326. 
Sanctification,   139-155,    294, 

306,  326. 
Sunday-schools,  237-242. 

Temperance,    180,    181,    319, 

320. 
Trust,  182,  189,  288,  315,  324, 

340,  342,  346. 

Uncertainty  of  life,  248-250. 

Warfare,  180-184. 
Watch-night,  245. 
Work,   61,   62,  163,  182,  199, 
316,  344,  349. 


H  YM  K  S. 


INTRODUCTORY. 


1  (1)  C.  M. 

Korthfield,  80 :  T.P.  55.     Marlow,  76 :  T.P.  57. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 

To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honours  of  thy  Name. 

3  Jesus  ! — the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks, — and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive ; 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come ; 
And  leap,  ve  lame,  for  joy. 
7 


INTRODUCTORY. 

2  (2)  S.  M. 

St.  Thomas,  128:  T.P.  120. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  Name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Ye  pilgrims,  on  the  road 
To  Zion's  city,  sing; 

Rejoice  ye  in  the  Lamb  of  God, — 
In  Christ,  the'  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, — 
Ye  blessed  children,  come  ; 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
To  our  eternal  home. 

5  There  shall  each  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song     . 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

3  (4)  C.  M. 

Devizes,  65:  T.P.  64.     Peterooro\  84:  T.P.  67. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus  : 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honour  and  power  divine ; 

And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

4  (5)  L.  M. 

v  Rockingham,  31:  T.P.18. 

COME,  let  us  tune  our  loftiest  song, 
And  raise  to  Christ  our  joyful  strain  ; 
Worship  and  thanks  to  Him  belong, 
Who  reigns,  and  shall  forever  reign. 

2  His  sovereign  power  our  bodies  made  ; 
Our  souls  are  his  immortal  breath; 

And  when  his  creatures  sinn'd,  he  bled. 
To  save  us  from  eternal  death. 

3  Burn  every  breast  with  Jesus'  love  ; 
Bound  every  heart  with  rapt'rous  joy  ; 

And  saints  on  earth,  with  saints  above, 
Your  voices  in  his  praise  employ. 

4  Extol  the  Lamb  with  loftiest  song, 
Ascend  for  him  our  cheerful  strain  ; 

Worship  and  thanks  to  Him  belong, 
Who  reigns,  and  shall  forever  reign. 

5  (8)  87,   B7. 

Harwell,  156:  T.P.  1G3.      Wilmot,  159:  T.P.  1*34. 

HARK!  the  notes  of  angels,  singing, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
Raising  high  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Ye  for  whom  his  life  was  given, 
Sacred  themes  to  you  belong : 

Come,  assist  the  choir  of  heaven  ; 
Join  the  everlasting  song. 

3  Fill'd  with  holy  emulation, 
We  unite  with  those  above  : 

Sweet  the  theme — a  free  salvation — 
Fruit  of  everlasting  love. 


INTRODUCTORY. 

4  Endless  life  in  him  possessing, 
Let  us  praise  his  precious  name; 

Glory,  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 
Be  forever  to  the  Lamb. 

6  (9)  4  lines  7s. 

Nuremberg,  1^6 :  T.P.  143. 

SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

4  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

7(H)  L.M. 

v       '        Old  Hundred,  25 :  T.P.  28. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring ; 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing ; 

The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  ioy  the  Saviour's  name. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

4  In  every  land  begin  the  song; 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong: 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 

8  (12)  S.  M. 

Silver  Street,  120 :  T.P.  123. 

C^OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
^  And  hymns  of  glory  sing : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

9(16)  L.M. 

Old  Hundred.  25:  T.P.  28. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  stray 'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  i  i 

1! 


INTRODUCTORY. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ; 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

10  (18)  10s  &  lis. 

v  Lyons,  172:  T.P.182. 

YE  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name  ; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious  ;   he  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh ;  his  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne; 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honour  the  Son  : 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right, — 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might, 
All  honour  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love. 

11(20)  L.  M. 

Luton,  19:  T.P.  50.     Duke  Street,  7:  T.P.  42. 
OERVANTS  of  God  !  in  joyful  lays 
O  Sing  ye  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise  ; 
His  glorious  Name  let  all  adore. 
From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

2  Blest  be  that  Name,  supremely  blest, 
From  the  sun's  rising  to  its  rest ; 
Above  the  heavens  his  power  is  known 
Through  all  the  earth  his  goodness  shown. 

3  Who  is  like  God  ?  so  great,  so  high, 
He  bows  himself  to  view  the  sky  ; 
And  yet,  with  condescending  grace, 
Looks  down  upon  the  human  race. 

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INTRODUCTORY. 

4  He  hears  the  uncomplaining  moan 
Of  those  who  sit  and  weep  alone  ; 
He  lifts  the  mourner  from  the  dust ; 
In  him  the  poor  may  safely  trust. 

5  O  then,  aloud,  in  joyful  lays, 
Sing. to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  praise; 
His  saving  Name  let  all  adore, 
From  age  to  age,  for  evermore. 

12  (24)  4  6s  &  2  Ss. 

Lenox,  136:  T.P.  136. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples,  are  ; 
To  thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  O  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 

O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still;   and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
O  glorious  seat !  thou,  God  our  King, 
Shalt  thither  bring;  our  willing  feet. 

4  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 
His  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  those  his  heart  approves, 

From  humble,  contrite  souls  : 

Thrice  happy  he,  O  God  of  hosts, 

Whose  spirit  trusts  alone  in  thee  ! 

13 


INTRODUCTORY. 

13  (26)  L.  M. 

Bridgeivater,  4:  T.P.  5.     Ames,  2:  T.P.  3. 

GREAT  GOD,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place  * 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  or  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

5  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 
5  O  God  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee. 

14  (27)  L.  M. 

Old  Hundred,  25:  T.P.  28. 

ETERNAL  POWER,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  : 
Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds  : 

2  Thee  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  : 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshipping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High. 

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INTRODUCTORY. 

4  Earth,  from  afar,  hath  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name ; 
But  O  :  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  : 
Be  short  our  tunes;  our  words  be  few  : 
A  solemn  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

15(29)  CM. 

Azmon,50:  T.P.  71. 

WITHIN  thy  house,  O  Lord  our  God, 
In  majesty  appear; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  As  we  thy  mercy-seat  surround, 
Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart  : 

And  let  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
With  power  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain ; 
Here  give  the  mourner  rest ; 

Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

4  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 
And  fervent  prayer  arise, 

Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 
In  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

16(33)  L.  M. 

Ux'jridge,39:  T.P.  25. 

NOT  here,  as  to  the  prophet's  eye, 
The  Lord  upon  his  throne  appears; 
Nor  seraph-tongues  responsive  cry, 

Holy!  thrice  holy!  in  our  ears: — 
2  Yet  God  is  present  in  this  place, 

Veil'd  in  serener  majesty  ; 
So  full  of  glory,  truth,  and  grace, 
That  faith  alone  such  light  can  see. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

3  Nor,  as  he  in  the  temple  taught, 

Is  Christ  within  these  walls  reveal'd, 
When  blind,  and  deaf,  and  dumb  were  brought, 
Lepers  and  lame — and  all  were  heal'd  : — 

4  Yet  here,  when  two  or  three  shall  meet, 
Or  thronging  multitudes  are  found, 

All  may  sit  down  at  Jesus'  feet, 

And  hear  from  him  the  joyful  sound. 

17(35)  S.M. 

Ldban,lll:  T.P.  113. 

JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 
Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name  : 

2  Thy  name  salvation  is, 
Which  here  we  come  to  prove : 

Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 
Or  selfishness  we  meet; 

From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

4  We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 
Which  thou  hast  freely  given ; 

We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

5  Present  we  know  thou  art, 
But  O,  thyself  reveal ! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
The  mighty  comfort  feel. 

6  O  may  thy  quick'ning  voice 
The  death  of  sin  remove  ; 

And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 
In  hope  of  perfect  love. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

18  (36)  6  lines  8s. 

St.  Stephens,  128:  T.P.128.     Xashville,  127:  T.P.  127. 

LO  !  God  is  here  !  let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 

And  silent  bow  before  his  face  ; 
Who  know  his  power,  his  grace  who  prove, 
Serve  him  with  awe,  with  rev'rence  love. 

2  Lo  !  God  is  here !  him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing  : 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 

Heaven's  host  their  noblest  praises  bring  : 
Disdain  not,  Lord,  our  meaner  song, 
Who  praise  thee  with  a  stamm'ring  tongue. 

3  Being  of  beings  !  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill  ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 

Still  hear  and  do  thy  sov'reign  will ; 
To  thee  may  all  our  thoughts  arise, 
Ceaseless,  accepted  sacrifice. 

19(38)  CM. 

Christmas,  58:  T.P.  92.     Peterhoro,  84 :  T.P.  67. 

OXCE  more  we  come  before  our  God  ; 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask  : 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
Xor  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 
From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 

And  bid  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 
Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 

And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

4  To  seek  thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose ; 

To  each  thy  blessing  suit  ; 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows, 

Produce  abundant  fruit. 

20  (39)  C.  M. 

Christmas,  58 :  T.P.  92.     Marlow,  76 :  T.P.  57. 

WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 
Which  God  has  call'd  his  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair  ! 
As  here  thy  servants  throng 

To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  grateful  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace  !  O  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  Church  below  ; 

Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found — ■ 
Let  all  her  sons  unite, 

To  spread  with  holy  zeal  around, 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  thou  hast  call'd  thine  own; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 
To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

21  (43)  87,87,47. 

Zion,158:  T.P.  158. 

IN  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near : 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear : 

Hear  with  meekness, — 
Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthen'd, 
May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee  : 

Cheer'd  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthen'd, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be  ; 

Till  thy  glory 
Without  cloud  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 
All  thy  people  shall  adore  ; 

Sharing  then  in  rapture  greater 
Than  they  could  conceive  before  : 

Full  enjoyment, — 
Full  and  pure,  forever  more. 

22  (48)  C.  M. 

Zerah,  96:  T.P.  95.     Arlington,  49:  T.P.  98. 

COME,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 
With  warm  devotion  rise  ; 

How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies. 

3  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 
In  us  the  heavenly  flame ; 

Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Now,  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 
And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, — 
Come,  great  Redeemer,  come, 

And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 
19 


INTRODUCTORY. 

23  (57)  4  lines  7s. 

Ludwig,  T.P.  289.     PleyeVs  Hymn,  IJfii  T.P.  144. 

LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
>  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend; 
In  compassion  now  descend ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn ; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  gracious  God  and  kind : 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

24(61)  CM. 

Dundee,  66:  T.P.  62. 

LORD  !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne, 
j  And  our  confessions  pour, 
O  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see ; 
True  penitence  impart  : 

And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 
Beam  peace  into  each  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 
O  let  our  wills  resign  ; 

And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

4  And  when  with  heart  and  voice  we  strive 
Our  grateful  hymns  to  raise, 

Let  love  divine  within  us  live, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  praise. 

5  Then,  on  thy  glories  while  we  dwell, 
Thy  mercies  we  '11  review ; 

With  love  divine,  transported,  tell — 
Thou,  God,  art  Father  too  ! 


THE  DIVIDE  PERFECTIONS. 


Lenox,  136:  T.P.  136.     Lischer,  137:  T.P.  133. 
25  (77)  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 

His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  mighty  works 
Amazing  wisdom  shines  ; 

Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  all  their  dark  designs; 
Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees  and  sov'reign  will. 
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THE  DIVINE  PERFECTIONS. 

4  And  will  this  sov'reign  King 

Of  glory  condescend  ; — 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  Name,  I  love  his  word  ; 
Join  all  my  powers  to  praise  the  Lord. 

26(78)  L.  M. 

Luton,  19:  T.P.  50.      Uxbridge,  39:  T.P.  25. 

COME,  O  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise  : 
But  O,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame  ? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  ? 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence,  with  wisdom,  shines  ; 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  Name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  list'ning  worlds  shall  join  the  song. 

27(83)  CM. 

Hear,  77:  T.P.  75. 

IORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee ; 
j  In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 

The  secrets  of  my  breast. 
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THE  DIVIXE   PERFECTIONS. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 
Before  they  're  form'd  within, 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  high : 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sov'reign  love. 

28  (89)  C.  M. 

Jlanoah,  75:  T.P.  286.     Naomi,  79:  T.P.  60. 

LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
'  Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  strength 'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 
When  virtue  lies  distress'd, 

Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  servants  feel, 
Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cry; 

And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  sincere  : 

Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
And  spread  thy  fame  abroad  ; 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honours  of  their  God. 


THE  DIVINE  PERFECTIONS. 

29(91)  CM. 

Barby,  53:  T.P.  76.     Marlow,  76:  T.P.  57. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines, 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power ; 
Their  motions  speak  thy  skill : 

And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  Name  divinely  stands, 
On  all  thy  creatures  writ ; 

They  show  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet : 

4  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 
To  save  rebellious  worms, 

Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms  : 

5  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 

Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

6  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heavenly  plains; 

Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

7  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song ! 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 
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INCARNATION  OF  JESUS  CHRIST. 

IXCAEXATIOX  OF  JESUS  CHRIST. 


30  (114)  87,  87. 

WilmoUlG^:  T.P.  164. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo  !  the'  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 
Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy: — 

Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 

Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven  ! — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 
Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing; 

O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 
Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 

Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

31  (H8)  CM. 

Antioch,  48:  T.P.  96.     Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86. 

HARK,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes,- 
The  Saviour,  promised  long; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  every  voice  a  song. 
2  He  comes,  the  pris'ner  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 
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INCARNATION  OF  JESUS  CHRIST. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray, 

And  on  the  eyes  oppress'd  with  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  wounded  soul  to  cure, 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
To'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 

And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

32  (126)  76,  76?  76,  76. 

Missionary  Hymn,  171:  T.P.  114. 

HAIL,  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, — 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, — ■ 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, — 

Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 

And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
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INCARNATION  OF  JESUS  CHRIST. 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go, 

And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, — 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 


SUFFERINGS  AXD  DEATH  OF  JESUS  CHRIST. 
33(129)  CM. 

Stephens,  87:  T.P.  79.     St.  Martin,  S8 :  T.P.  54. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  inspire  our  songs 
With  thine  immortal  flame  ; 
Enlarge  our  hearts,  unloose  our  tongues, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  How  great  the  riches  of  his  grace  ! 
He  left  his  throne  above, 

And,  swift  to  save  our  ruin'd  race, 
He  flew  on  wings  of  love. 

3  Now  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels,  dead  in  sin. 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

4  The'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Stoop'd  to  our  low  abode; 

While  angels  view'd  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  hail'd  the'  incarnate  God. 
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5   Renew  our  souls  with  heavenly  strength, 

That  we  may  fully  prove 
The  height,  and  depth,  and  breadth,  and  length 

Of  such  transcendent  love. 

34  (130)  C.  M. 

Dundee,  66:  T.P.  62. 

AND  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just  — 
l.  The  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, — 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
His  radiant  throne  on  high — 

Surprising  mercy!  love  unknown! — 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  To  dwell  with  mis'ry  here  below, 
The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 

And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

4  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 
And  suffer'd  in  his  stead ; 

For  sinful  man — O  wondrous  grace  ! — 
For  sinful  man  he  bled. 

5  O  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 
In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 

By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

35  (131)  C.  M. 

Stephens,  87 :  T.P.  79.     St  Martin,  88 :  T.P.  54. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair. 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glim m 'ring  day. 

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2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief: 

He  saw,  and  (O,  amazing  love  !) 
He  flew  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues, 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

36  (132)  S.  M. 

Otmutz, ,115 :  T.P.  116. 

OUR  sins  on  Christ  were  laid  ; 
He  bore  the  mighty  load  ; 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid 
In  groans,  and  tears,  and  blood. 

2  To  save  a  world,  he  dies ; 
Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  ! 

To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes  ; 
Seek  mercy  in  his  name. 

3  Pardon  and  peace  abound  ; 
He  will  your  sins  forgive  ; 

Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, — 
He  bids  the  sinner  live. 

4  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee  ; — 
Where  else  can  sinners  go? 

Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  us  free 
From  wretchedness  and  woe. 
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37  (133)  6  lines  Bb. 

St.  Petersburg,  129 :  T.P.  130.     Nashville,  127 :  T.P.  1 21. 

OLOVE  divine,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 
The'  incarnate  God  hath  died  for  me  ! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son, 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree  ! 
The  Son  of  God  for  me  hath  died  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

2  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pass  by, — 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace  ! 

Come  see,  ye  worms,  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified  : — 

3  Is  crucified  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God  : 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, — 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  side  : 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 
And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream ; 

All  things  for  him  account  but  loss, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  : 
Of  nothing  think  or  speak  beside, — 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

38  (134)  CM. 

Communion,  59  :  T.  P.  88.     Balerma,  52 :  T. P.  89. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 
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2  Hark!  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  : 

The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, — 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom  's  paid  ! 
Receive  my  soul !  he  cries  : 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ; 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he  '11  break  death's  envious  chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine  : 

O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love,  like  thine? 

39  (135)  L.  M. 

Federal  Street  12 :  T.P.  16. 

FROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard, — 
A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  ; 
My  Saviour!  every  mournful  word 
Bespeaks  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 

2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 
On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One  ! 

And  all  the  swarming  hosts  of  hell 
Conspire  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace, — 
These  thou  couldst  bear,  nor  once  repine  ; 

But  when  Jehovah  veil'd  his  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

4  Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break  ; 
Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky  ; 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul,  awake  ! 
He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

5  Lord  !   on  thy  cross  I  fix  mine  eye  : 
If  e'er  I  lose  its  strong  control, 

O,  let  that  dying,  piercing  cry, 

Melt  and  reclaim  my  wand 'ring  soul. 
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40  (142)  87,87,47. 
Zion,  157:  T.P.  158.     Sicily,  156:  T.P.  157. 

HARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy- 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils^the  sky  ; 

It  is  finish'd  : — 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  It  is  finish'd  !     O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord ; 

It  is  finish'd  : — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ; 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 

All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name; 

It  is  finish'd  : — 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

41  (145)  L.  M. 
St  Cross,  5:  T.P.  35.      Ward,  40:  T.P.  34. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 
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4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all.* 

42   (146)  CM. 

Alas!  and  did  203:  T.P.  225.      Communion.  59:  T.P.  88 

LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


A1 


2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, — 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

*  This  and  Xo.  214  are  thought  to  be  Watts'  finest 
hymns. 

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RESURRECTION  AND  ASCENSION  OF  JESUS 
CHRIST. 


43  (148)  L.  M. 

Duke  Street,  7:  T.P.  42. 

HE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  : 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan 'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

2  Here  's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  : 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ! 

But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  : 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise  ;) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  Deliv'rer  reigns  ; 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  : 

Say,  Live  forever,  wondrous  King ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ; 

Then  ask  the  monster,  Where  's  thy  sting  ? 
And,  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ? 

44  (149)  C.  M. 

Melody,  78:  T.P.  72.     Peterooro\  84:  T.P.  67. 

THE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 
In  concert  with  the  blest, 
Who,  joyful  in  harmonious  lays, 
Emplov  an  endless  rest. 

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2  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 
We  blest  and  pious  grow  ; 

By  hymns  of  praise  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  scene 
Of  glory  was  display 'd, 

By  the  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

4  He  rises,  who  mankind  has  bought, 
With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 

'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught ; 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

45  (151)  S.  M. 

Lisbon,  113:  T.P.  125. 

THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ; 
The  grave  hath  lost  its  prey  ; 
With  him  shall  rise  the  ransom'd  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 

2  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ; 
He  lives,  to  die  no  more ; 

He  lives,  his  people's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

3  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  ; 
Attending  angels,  hear; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear  : — 

4  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 

Join,  all  ye  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 
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PRIESTHOOD  AND  INTERCESSION  OF 
JESUS  CHRIST. 


46  (163)  C.  M. 

Mear,  77:  T.P.  ?5.     Evan,  69:  T.P.  81. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He  '11  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 

The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power; 

We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  every  trying  hour. 

47(165)  L.M. 

Russia,  T.P.  22.     Hamburg,  15:  T.P.  6. 

JESUS,  my  Advocate  above, 
My  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love, 
If  now  for  me  prevails  thy  prayer, 
If  now  I  find  thee  pleading  there, — 

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2  If  thou  the  secret  wish  convey, 

And  sweetly  prompt  my  heart  to  pray, — 
Hear,  and  my  weak  petitions  join, 
Almighty  Advocate,  to  thine. 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  desire  obtain  ; 
My  earnest  suit  present,  and  gain  : 
My  fulness  of  corruption  show; 
The  knowledge  of  myself  bestow. 

4  Save  me  from  death;  from  hell  set  free; 
Death,  hell,  are  but  the  want  of  thee  : 
My  life,  my  only  heaven  thou  art ; — 

O  might  I  feel  thee  in  my  heart. 

48  (170)  C.  M. 

PhuvaX  85:  T.P.  100.     Dundee,  GG :  T.P.  62. 

JESUS,  the  Lord  of  glory,  died, 
That  we  might  never  die  ; 
And  now  he  reigns  supreme,  to  guide 
His  people  to  the  sky. 

2  Weak  though  we  are,  he  still  is  near, 
To  lead,  console,  defend ; 

In  all  our  sorrow,  all  our  fear, 
Our  all-sufficient  Friend. 

3  From  his  high  throne  in  bliss,  he  deigns 
Our  every  prayer  to  heed ; 

Bears  with  our  folly,  soothes  our  pains, 
Supplies  our  every  need. 

4  And  from  his  love's  exhaustless  spring, 
Joys  like  a  river  come, 

To  make  the  desert  bloom  and  sing, 
O'er  which  we  travel  home. 

5  O  Jesus,  there  is  none  like  thee, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  Lord; 

Through  earth  and  heaven  exalted  be, 
Beloved,  obey'd,  adored. 

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49  (174)  L.  M. 

Missionary  Chant,  23:  T.P.  40. 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress : 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array 'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 
Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am, — 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came, — 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  to'  atone,— 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  thy  precious  blood, — 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God, 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, — 

For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 

5  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

50(175)  CM. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86. 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
-  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom 'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
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4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ; 

We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

51  (176)  S.  M. 

Golden  Hill,  108:  T.P.  103.     Dennis,  103:  T.P.  102. 

ENTHRONED  is  Jesus  now, 
Upon  his  heavenly  seat; 
The  kingly  crown  is  on  his  brow, 
The  saints  are  at  his  feet. 

2  In  shining  white  they  stand, — 
A  great  and  countless  throng; 

A*  palmy  sceptre  in  each  hand, 
On  every  lip  a  song. 

3  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Once  slain  on  earth  for  them  ; 

The  Lamb,  through  whose  atoning  blood 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 

4  Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Ghost, 
Thy  blessed  help  supply, 

That  we  may  join  that  radiant  host, 
Triumphant  in  the  sky. 

52(177)  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Lenox,  136:  T.P.  136.     Prospect,  138:  T.P.  140. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
Or  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, — 
Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 
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2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  thy  Name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came, — 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 

The  guilty  conscience  needs 
No  sacrifice  beside  : 
His  precious  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  O  thou  almighty  Lord, 
Our  Conqueror  and  King, 

Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace,  we  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power;  behold  we  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 

53  (178)  87,87,87,87. 

Adoration,  153:  T.P.  159.     Mttleton,  159:  T.P.  161. 

HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 
Hail,  thou  Galilean  King ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favour; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid : 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood ; 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 
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3  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 
There  for  ever  to  abide ; 

All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading; 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare: 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 
Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 

Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits ; 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits ; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
54  (181)  L.  M. 

Forest,  13:  T.P.  41.     Missionary  Chant  23:  T.P.  40. 

LORD,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 
'  The  apostolic  promise  given  ; 
We  wait  the  pentecostal  powers, — 

The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  heaven. 

2  Assembled  here  with  one  accord, 
Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, — 

The  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord  ; 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  fill  the  place. 

3  If  every  one  that  asks  may  find, — 
If  still  thou  dost  on  sinners  fall, — 

Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind  ; 
Great  grace  be  now  upon  us  all. 
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THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  Ah!  leave  us  not  to  mourn  below, 
Or  long  for  thy  return  to  pine  ; 

Now,  Lord,  the  Comforter  bestow, 
And  fix  in  us  the  Guest  divine. 

55  (185)  CM. 

Peterloro\84:  T.P.  67. 

GREAT  SPIRIT,  by  whose  mighty  power 
All  creatures  live  and  move, 
On  us  thy  benediction  shower; 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

2  H*ail,  Source  of  light  !  arise  and  shine  ; 
All  gloom  and  doubt  dispel;  •  •* 

Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine  ; 
In  us  forever  dwell. 

3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise, 
And  full  redemption  bring; 

New  tongues  impart  to  speak  the  praise 
Of  Christ,  our  God  and  King. 

4  Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 
To  all  the  world  beside; 

With  joy  we  then  shall  feel  and  own 
Our  Saviour  glorified. 

56  (187)  4  lines  7s. 

Nuremberg,  U6 :  T.P.  143. 

GRACIOUS  SPIRIT— Love  divine  ! 
Let  the  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove  ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me  ; 
Set  the  burden'd  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

42 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray  ; 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine  ; 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

57  (191)  CM. 
Devizes,  65:  T.P.  64.     St  Martin,  88:  T.P.  54. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  : 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 

Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, — 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
"With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

58  (193)  CM. 

Devizes,  65:  T.P.  64.     Harlow,  76:  T.P.  57. 

ENTHRONED  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
The  Holy  Ghost  send  down; 
Fulfil  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 
2  Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, — 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 
43 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love, 
Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 

Quicken  our  souls,  our  guilt  remove, 
That  we  in  Christ  may  live. 

4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 
The  glories  of  his  grace, 

And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, — 
Life's  ever-springing  well ; 

Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 

In  love  eternal  dwell. 
59  (195)  L.  M. 

Uxbridge,  89:  T.P.  25.     Migdol,  21:  T.P.  24. 

0  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 
Confusion — order,  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record; 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

60   (201)  10,10,11,11. 

Lyons,  177:  T.P.  182. 

ALL  glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  our  Lord, 
So  plenteous  in  grace,  so  true  to  his  word ; 
To  us  he  hath  given  the  gift  from  above, — 
The  earnest  of  heaven,  the  Spirit  of  love. 
44 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

2  The  truth  of  our  God  we  boldly  assert ; 
His  love  shed  abroad,  and  power  in  our  heart, 
Ye  all  may  inherit,  on  Jesus  who  call; 

The  gift  of  his  Spirit  is  proffer'd  to  all. 

3  His  witness  within,  by  faith  we  receive, 
And,  ransom 'd  from  sin,  in  righteousness  live  ; 
Through  Jesus's  passion  we  gladly  possess 

A  present  salvation, — a  kingdom  of  peace. 

4  The  peace  and  the  power,  ye  sinners,  em- 

brace, 
And  look  for  the  shower, — the  Spirit  of  grace  ; 
The  gift  and  the  Giver  we  all  may  receive, 
Forever  and  ever  within  us  to  live. 


CHRISTIAH   WORK. 


61  (212)  S.  M. 

Ewer,  106:  T.P.  286.     Mornington.  114 :  T.P.  106. 

SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed; 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed,- 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive, 
The  late  or  early  sown  ; 

Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  strown  : 

3  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear. 
And  the  full  rorn  at  length. 

4' 


CHRISTIAN  WORK. 

4  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  : 
Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 

Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

62  (219)  C.  M. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86. 

JESUS,  the  Name  high  over  all, 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  ; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  Name  to  sinners  dear, — 
The  Name  to  sinners  given ; 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ner's  fetters  breaks, 
And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 

Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ; 

The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show, — 
His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 
To  cry, — Behold  the  Lamb  ! 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 
I  may  but  gasp  his  name ; 

Preach  him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  !* 

*  Gloriously  realized  by  the  author,  Charles  Wesley, 
March  29,  1788. 

46 


THE  CHURCH. 


63  (233)  87,87,87,87. 
Wn.mot  164:  T.P.  104.     Harwell,  T.P.  103. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode; 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
Springing  from  eternal  love, 

Still  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 

Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  our  thirst  to'  assuage  ? 

Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hov'ring, 
See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear! 

For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 

He  who  gives  us  daily  manna, 
He  who  listens  when  we  cry, 

Let  him  hear  the  loud  Hosanna 
Rising  to  his  throne  on  high. 

64  (234)  L.  M. 
Duke  Street,  7:  T.P.  42.     Truro,  38:  T.P.  49. 

AWAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, — 
No  longer  in  thy  sins  lie  down  : 
The  garment  of  salvation  take; 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 

47 


THE  CHURCH. 

2  Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 
And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes; 

Arise,  and  struggle  into  light ; 

The  great  Deliv'rer  calls, — Arise  ! 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair ; 
Zion,  assert  thy  liberty ; 

Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

4  Vessels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 
Be  purged  from  every  sinful  stain ; 

Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace. 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vain. 

65  (236)  87,87,47. 

Zion,  157:  T.P.  158. 

ZION  stands  with  hills  surrounded, 
Zion,  kept  by  power  divine : 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded, 

Though  the  world  in  arms  combine: 

Happy  Zion, — 
What  a  favour'd  lot  is  thine ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish ; 
Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove ; 

Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 
Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright, 

But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 

48 


THE  CHURCH. 

66(237)  S.  M. 

Concord,  102:  T.P.  124.     Boylston,  101:  T.P.  105. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, — 
The  house  of  thine  abode, — 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways ; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


THE    SABBATH. 


67  (243)  L.M. 

Pilesgrove,  27 :  T.P.  31.     Hebron,  16 :  T.P.  30. 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone; 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
4  49 


THE  SABBATH. 

2  O  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  I  mm  ami  el,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 

68(249)  S.  M. 

St  Thomas,  123:  T.P.  120. 

HAIL  to  the  Sabbath-day ! 
The  day  divinely  given, 
When  men  to  God  their  homage  pay, 
And  earth  draws  near  to  heaven. 

2  Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
Within  thy  courts  we  bend, 

And  bless  thy  love,  and  own  thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

3  But  thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod ; 
Nor  only  is  the  day  thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God  : — 

4  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 
Of  yon  unmeasured  sky ; 

Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  vast  eternity. 

5  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 
Dawn  on  thy  servants'  sight; 

And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 
50 


THE  SABBATH. 

69  (251)  L.  M. 

Miller,  22:  T.P.  10.     Hamburg,  15:  T.P.  6. 

LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray, 
'  In  this  thy  house,  on  this  thy  day; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
The  songs  from  which  thy  servants  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  lab 'ring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  hope,  and  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun  ; 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long-expected  day,  begin ; 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


PROMISES  AXD  PROVISIONS  OF  THE  GOSPEL, 


70  (285)  C.  M. 

Xorthfielrl  80:  T.P.  55.     Si  Martin,  88;  T.P.  54. 

THE  gospel !   O,  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound; 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  delight  around. 


PROMISES  AND  PROVISIONS 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

3  The'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Stoops  to  our  vile  abode  ; 

While  angels  view  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  hail  the'  incarnate  God. 

4  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine  ! 
Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 

Redeemer,  let  me  call  thee  mine, — 
Thy  fulness  I  implore. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies; 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all  ! 

71  (286)  S.  M. 

Athol,  97:  T.P.  126.     St.  Thomas,  123:  T.P.  120. 

WHAT  majesty  and  grace 
Through  all  the  gospel  shine  ! 
'Tis  God  that  speaks,  and  we  confess 
The  doctrine  most  divine. 

2  Down  from  his  throne  on  high, 
The  mighty  Saviour  comes ; 

Lays  his  bright  robes  of  glory  by, 
And  feeble  flesh  assumes. 

3  The  debt  that  sinners  owed, 
Upon  the  cross  he  pays  : 

Then  through  the  clouds  ascends  to  God, 
'Midst  shouts  of  loftiest  praise. 

4  There  our  High  Priest  appears, 
Before  his  Father's  throne ; 

Mingles  his  merits  with  our  tears, 
And  pours  salvation  down. 
52 


OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

5   Great  Sov 'reign,  we  adore 
Thy  justice  and  thy  grace, 

And  on  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
Our  firm  dependence  place. 

72  (237)  L.  M. 
S     www,  SJf.:  T.P.  15.     Ward,  40:  T.P.  34. 

HOW  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
While  list  ning  thousands  gather'd  round, 
And  joy  and  rev'rence  fill'd  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  foU'wers'  way  ; 

Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  Come,  wand'rers,  to  my  Father's  home  ; 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest. 

Yes,  sacred  Teacher  !   we  will  come. 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 
Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  ! 

A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

73  (28£  S.M. 

*,103:  T.P.  102. 

GRACE  !   'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 


PROMISES  AND  PROVISIONS 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  our  praise. 

74  (289)  C.  M. 

St.  Martin,  88:  T.P.  54. 

HOW  great  the  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Which  in  redemption  shine  ; 
The  heavenly  host  with  joy  confess 
The  work  is  all  divine. 

2  Before  his  feet  they  cast  their  crowns,— 
Those  crowns  which  Jesus  gave, — 

And,  with  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues, 
Proclaim  his  power  to  save. 

3  They  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  cross, 
The  sufT'rings  which  he  bore  ; 

How  low  he  stoop'd,  how  high  he  rose, — 
And  rose  to  stoop  no  more. 

4  With  them  let  us  our  voices  raise, 
And  still  the  song  renew  ; 

Salvation  well  deserves  the  praise 

Of  men  and  angels  too. 
75  (290)  C.  M. 

Cowper,  62:  T.P.  58.      Gleaming  Fountain,  197:  T.P.  233. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
54 


OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 

When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

76  (291)  C.  M. 

Cambridge,  56:  T.P.  66. 

OALVATIOX  !  O  the  joyful  sound! 
O  What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  so v 'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

3  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs  : 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

77  (292)  L.M. 

Rockingham,  31:  T.P.  18. 

OF  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
Arise,  ye  needy, — he  '11  relieve  ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty, — he  '11  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  : 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  ; 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

55 


PROMISES  AND  PROVISIONS 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush 'd  in  blood ; 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God : 

Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  ; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly ; 

1  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 

Ah!  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah  !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 

78  (294)  C.  M. 

Howard,  72:  T.P.  94.     Cambridge,  56 :  T.P.  66. 

OWHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 
Are  freely  welcome  here ; 

Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls, 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds ; 
Your  every  burden  bring: 

Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, — 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

4  Whoever  will — O  gracious  word  ! — 
May  of  this  stream  partake  ; 

Come,  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
And  drink,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 
Have  here  found  life  and  peace  ; 

Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 
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OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

79  (296)  CM. 

Ortonville,  82 ;  T.P.  52. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ; 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

My  never-failing  treasure,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace  : 

4  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Saviour,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  I  would  thy  boundless  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

So  shall  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

80  (297)  L.  M. 
Duane  Street,  6:  T.P.  11.     Hebron,  16:  T.P.  30. 

HAPPY  the  man  who  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy,  beyond  description,  he 
Who  knows  the  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 

And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 
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PROMISES  AND  PROVISIONS 

4  Her  hands  are  fill'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise, — 
Riches  of  Christ  on  all  bestow'd, 

And  honour  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, — 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains ; 
Thrice  happy,  who  his  guest  retains  : 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven,  are  one. 

81(298)  CM. 

Arlington,  49:  T.P.  98. 

THY  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 
Unmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
And  help  our  misery. 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 
Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear ; 

That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  me, 
To  every  soul,  abound  ; 

A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 
So  plenteous  is  the  store; 

Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  forever  more. 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, — 
A  rock  that  cannot  move  : 

A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

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OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  sure  ; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 

His  goodness  must  endure. 

82  (300)  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

\  136:  T.P.  136. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly-solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom 'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made  : 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, — 
The  all-atoning  Lamb; 

Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive, 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 
Your  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
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PROMISES  AND  PROVISIONS 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, — 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

83  (301)  C.  M. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : — 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  hath  prepared 
A  soul- reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams. 
And  pine  away  and  die, 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day : 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

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OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

84(306)  4  6b  &  2  8a 

Lenox,  136:  T.P.  136.     Lischer,  137 :  T.P.  138. 
Darwell,  135 :   T.P.  139. 

LET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
>  Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  : 
To'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 

2  Jesus  !  transporting  sound  ! 
The  joy  of  earth  and  heaven  ; 

Xo  other  help  is  found, 
Xo  other  name  is  given, 
By  which  we  can  salvation  have ; 
But  Jesus  came  the  world  to  save. 

3  Jesus  !  harmonious  name  ! 
It  charms  the  hosts  above ; 

They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at,  his  love  : 
'Tis  all  their  happiness  to  gaze, — 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  our  Jesus'  face. 

4  His  name  the  sinner  hears, 
And  is  from  sin  set  free ; 

'Tis  music  in  his  ears ; 
'Tis  life  and  victory  ; 
Xew  songs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

5  O  unexampled  love  ! 

O  all-redeeming  grace  ! 
How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 
To  save  a  fallen  race  ! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  h 
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PROMISES  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

6  O  for  a  trumpet  voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call, — 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  him  who  died  for  all : 
For  all,  my  Lord  was  crucified; 
For  all,  for  all,  my  Saviour  died. 

85  (307)  C.  M. 

Hymn,  73:  T.P.  80.     Arlington,^:  TP.  98. 
Evan,  69:  T.P.  81. 

WHAT  shall  I  do  my  God  to  love  ? 
My  loving  God  to  praise? 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height  to  prove 
And  depth,  of  sov'reign  grace  ? 

2  Thy  sov'reign  grace  to  all  extends, 
Immense  and  unconfined ; 

From  age  to  age  it  never  ends; 
It  reaches  all  mankind. 

3  Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known, 
Wide  as  infinity  : — 

So  wide  it  never  pass'd  by  one, 
Or  it  had  pass'd  by  me. 

4  My  trespass  was  grown  up  to  heaven  ; 
But,  far  above  the  skies, 

Through  Christ  abundantly  forgiven, 
I  see  thy  mercies  rise. 

5  The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love, 
What  angel  tongue  can  tell  ? 

O  may  I  to  the  utmost  prove 
The  gift  unspeakable ! 
62 


DEPRAVITY. 

86  (311)  S.  M. 

Olmute,  115:  T.P.  116. 

HOW  helpless  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  her  load  ! 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  but  power  divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 

Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew  : — 

3  The  passions  to  recall, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

4  O  change  these  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine; 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

87  (313)  C.  M. 
Balerma,  52:  T.P.  89.     ToRis,  89:  T.P.  91. 

GOD  is  in  this  and  every  place ; 
But  O,  how  dark  and  void 
To  me  !— 'tis  one  great  wilderness, 
This  earth  without  my  God. 

2  Empty  of  Him  who  all  things  fills, 
Till  he  his  light  impart, — 

Till  he  his  glorious  self  reveals, — 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

3  O  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief. 
Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 

Pity  my  helpless  unbelief, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
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DEPRAVITY. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye ; 

The  long-sought  blessing  give ; 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 

Behold  thy  face  and  live. 

88(321)  L.M. 

Sterling,  86:  T.P.  33.     Federal  St,  12:  T.P.  16. 

JESUS,  thy  far-extended  fame 
My  drooping  soul  exults  to  hear ; 
Thy  name,  thy  all-restoring  name, 
Is  music  in  a  sinner's  ear. 

2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didst  receive 
With  comfortable  words,  and  kind ; 

Their  sorrows  cheer,  their  wants  relieve, 
Heal  the  diseased,  and  cure  the  blind. 

3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  still, 
In  every  place  and  age  the  same  ? 

Hast  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  skill, 
Or  lost  the  virtue  of  thy  name  ? 

4  Faith  in  thy  changeless  name  I  have  : 
The  good,  the  kind  Physician,  thou 

Art  able  now  our  souls  to  save, 
Art  willing  to  restore  them  now. 

89  (323)  C.  M. 

Dundee,  66:  T.P.  62.     Parsons,  83:  T.P.  63. 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ; 
Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ; 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : — 

Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 
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DEPRAVITY. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief; 

I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ; 

0  help  my  unbelief! 

4  To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
Into  thine  arms  I  fall ; 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, — 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

90  (324)  S.  M. 

Aylesbury,  98:  T-P.  117.     Boylston,  101 :  T.P.  105. 

MY  former  hopes  are  fled; 
My  terror  now  begins  : 

1  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  : — 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  : 
But,  hark  !  a  friendly  whisper  says, — 
Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come. 

4  With  trembling  hope,  I  see 
A  glimm'ring  from  afar; 

A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way; 
1  '11  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 
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AWAKENING. 


91  (328)  C.  M. 

Marloiv,  76:  T.P.  57.     Emmons,  68:  T.P.  53. 

COME,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord, 
Thy  power  to  us  make  known  ; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone.* 

2  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 
Our  foolishness  to  mourn ; 

And  turn  at  once  from  every  sin, 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know, 
In  this  our  gracious  day ; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 
And  take  our  sins  away. 

4  Convince  us  first  of  unbelief, 
And  freely  then  release  ; 

Fill  every  soul  with  sacred  grief, 
And  then  with  sacred  peace. 

92  (333)  4  lines  Vs. 
PleyeVsHymn,  147:  T.P.  144.     Seymour,  lift:  T.P.  289. 

rASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  1 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ! 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ! 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

*  Written  to  be  sung  to  quarry-men. 
66 


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AWAKENING. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

93  (334)  C.  M. 

Jfear,  77:  T.P.  75.     China,  57:  T.P.  83. 
DINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 
v3   Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell : 
Why  will  you  persevere  ? 

Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reach  eternal  woe. 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace  : 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 
Renouncing  every  sin  ; 

Submit  to  him,  your  sov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

94  (335)  S.  M. 

Boylston,  101:  T.P.  105.     Haydn,  100:  T.P.  287. 

O  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found  — 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 


AWAKENING. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun ; 

Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 
For  evermore  undone. 

95  (338)  C.  M. 

Hear,  77:  T.P.  15.     China,  57:  T.P.  83. 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear; 
Repent,  thine  end  is  nigh  ; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far  : 
O  think  before  thou  die. 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 
Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there  's  no  defence; 
His  time  there  's  none  can  tell ; 

He  '11  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh  (perhaps  thy  greatest  care) 
Shall  into  dust  consume  ; 

But,  ah!  destruction  stops  not  there; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

G8 


INVITING. 


96  (341)  87,87,47. 

Greenville*  154:  T.P.  156.  Turn  to  the  Lord,  199:  T.P.  229. 

C^OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
y  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 

2  Xow,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome; 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, — 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, — 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you, — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous, — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

It  is  finish'd! — 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

*  God  has  turned  this  tune  of  the  infidel  Rousseau  into 
an  instrument  of  praise. — Psa.  lxxvi,  io. 
69 


INVITING. 

6  Lo !  the'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 

Venture  on  him, — venture  freely; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

97  (343)  6  lines  7s. 

Rosefield,  139:  T.P.  147.     Toplady,  Ul:  T.P.  146. 

WEARY  souls,  that  wander  wide 
From  the  central  point  of  bliss  : 
Turn  to  Jesus  crucified ; 

Fly  to  those  dear  wounds  of  his : 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood  ; 
Rise  into  the  life  of  God. 

2  Find  in  Christ  the  way  of  peace, 
Peace  unspeakable,  unknown; 

By  his  pain  he  gives  you  ease, 
Life  by  his  expiring  groan  : 
Rise  exalted  by  his  fall ; 
Find  in  Christ  your  all  in  all. 

3  O  believe  the  record  true, 
God  to  you  his  Son  hath  given ; 

Ye  may  now  be  happy  too, 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven  : 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 
70 


INVITING. 

4  This  the  universal  bliss, 
Bliss  for  every  soul  design'd  ; 

God's  original  promise  this, 

God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind  : 

Blest  in  Christ  this  moment  be, 

Blest  to  all  eternity. 

98  (346)  S.  M. 
Badea,  99:  T.P.  114.      Kentucky,  110:  T.P.  104. 

MY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord  ; 
Thy  father's  God  obey  ; 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call,  while  he  may  be  found  ; 
Seek  him  while  he  is  near; 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 
His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry; 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 
His  grace  forever  nigh. 

4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven ; 
Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 

99  (347)  C.  M. 

Dundee.  66:  T.P.  62. 

LOVERS  of  pleasure  more  than  God, 
'  For  you  he  suffer'd  pain  ; 
For  you  the  Saviour  spilt  his  blood  : 
And  shall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

2  Sinners,  his  life  for  you  he  paid; 

Your  basest  crimes  he  bore  ; 
Your  sins  were  all  on  Jesus  laid, 

That  you  might  sin  no  more. 


INVITING. 

3  To  earth  the  great  Redeemer  came. 
That  you  might  come  to  heaven ; 

Believe,  believe  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  all  your  sin  's  forgiven. 

4  Believe  in  him  who  died  for  thee ; 
And,  sure  as  he  hath  died, 

Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  soul  is  free, 
And  thou  art  justified. 

100  (348)  L.  M 
Bridgewater,  4:  T.P.  5.     Rockingham,  31:  T.P.  18. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast; 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest: 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : — 

Come  all  the  world  !  come,  sinner,  thou! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest ; 

Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live  : 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice  : 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 

101  (350)  L.M. 

Ames,  2:  T.P.  3. 

SINNERS,  obey  the  gospel  word  ; 
Haste  to  the  sapper  of  my  Lord  ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day  ; 
All  things  are  ready, — come  away. 
72 


INVITING. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss,  his  late-returning  son  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Just  now  the  stony  to  remove  ; 

To'  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  ; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Are  ready,  with  their  shining  host : 
All  heaven  is  ready  to  resound, — 
The  dead  's  alive  !  the  lost  is  found  ! 

102  (351)  $  lines  7s. 

Bosefield.  139 :  T.P.  147. 

FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear 
Bursting  on  the  ravish 'd  ear  : — 
Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne- 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  his  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee, — embrace  the  Son — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

3  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  bounty  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  press'd, 
Thou  shalt  be  a  child  confess'd, 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 


INVITING. 

103  (352)  L.M. 
Seasons,  34:  T.P.  15.     Hamburg,  15 :  T.P.  6. 

HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh : 
'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  : 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, — 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call ; 

Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 
And  find  his  grace  is  free  for  all. 

3  See  from  the  Rock  a  fountain  rise  ; 
For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls; 

Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab'ring,  burden'd,  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give ; 
Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind  ; 

Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive  ; 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

104  (354)  C.  M. 

Woodland,  95:  T.P.  59. 

RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ; 
He  hears  thy  humble  sigh : 

He  sees  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 

Come  to  his  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  he  '11  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  wipe  the  falling  tear  : 

Thy  Father  calls, — no  longer  mourn  ; 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 


INVITING. 

5   Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 

Regain  thy  long-sought  rest : 
The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 

To  clasp  thee  to  his  breast. 

105  (355)  8  linen  7s. 

PkyeVsHymn.  147:  T.P.  144.     Marty  n.  151:  T.P.  152. 
OINNERS,  turn;  why  will  ye  die? 
O  God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands  ; 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why? 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn  ;   why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love. 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

O  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

106  (358)  S.  M. 

Olmutz,  115:  T.P.  116. 

COME,  weary  sinners,  come, 
Groaning  beneath  your  load  ; 
The  Saviour  calls  his  wand'rers  home  ; 
Haste  to  your  pard'ning  God. 


INVITING. 

2  Come,  all  by  guilt  oppress'd, 
Answer  the  Saviour's  call — 

0  come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest, 
And  I  will  save  you  ail. 

3  Redeemer,  full  of  love, 
We  would  thy  word  obey, 

And  all  thy  faithful  mercies  prove  : 
O  take  our  guilt  away. 

4  We  would  on  thee  rely ; 

On  thee  would  cast  our  care ; 
Now  to  thine  arms  of  mercy  fly 
And  find  salvation  there. 

107  (359)  CM. 

Balerma,  52:  T.P.  89. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : — 

2  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Like  mountains  round  me  close  : 

I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I  '11  tell  him,  I  'm  a  wretch  undone 
Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 

But,  if  1  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go — 

1  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  forever  die. 
76 


PENITENTIAL 


108  (360)  S.M. 

Aylesbury,  OS:  T.P.  117.     Olmuiz,  115:  T.P.  116. 

AH  !   whither  should  I  go, 
Burden 'd,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
To  whom  should  I  my  trouble  show, 

And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back. 
From  which  I  cannot  part, — 

Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart  ? 
Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  trying  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 

And  take  the  veil  away. 

3  I  now  believe,  in  thee, 
Compassion  reigns  alone; 

According  to  my  faith,  to  me 

O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  wouldst  fain  remove  : 
Remove  it,  and  I  shall  declare 

That  God  is  only  love. 

109  (367)  87,  87. 

Talmar,102:  T.P.  165. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and,  by  thyself  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

77 


PENITENTIAL. 

2  Thou,  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise  ; 

Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, — 
Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing; 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 

Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 

4  Come,  extend  thy  wonted  favour 
To  our  ruin'd,  guilty  race  ; 

Come,  thou  blest,  exalted  Saviour; 
Come,  apply  thy  saving  grace. 

5  By  thine  all-atoning  merit, 
Every  burden 'd  soul  release; 

By  the  teachings  of  thy  Spirit, 
Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 

110  (372)  886,886. 

Ganges,  132:  T.P.  133.     Meribah,  134:  T.P.  134. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  to  thee  I  cry — 
To  thee,  who  wouldst  not  have  me  die, 
But  know  the  truth  and  live  : 
Open  mine  eyes  to  see  thy  face  ; 
Work  in  my  heart  the  saving  grace  ; 
The  life  eternal  give. 

2  Shut  up  in  unbelief,  I  groan, 
And  blindly  serve  a  God  unknown, 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove ; 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  write  thy  Name  upon  my  heart, 

And  manifest  thy  love. 

3  I  know  the  work  is  only  thine ; 
The  gift  of  faith  is  all  divine  ; 

But,  if  on  thee  we  call, 
Thou  wilt  that  gracious  gift  bestow, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  feel  and  know 

That  thou  hast  died  for  all. 
78 


PENITENTIAL. 

4  Thou  bidd'st  us  knock  and  enter  in, — 
Come  unto  thee,  and  rest  from  sin, — 

The  blessing  seek  and  find  : 
Thou  bidd'st  us  ask  thy  grace,  and  have; 
Thou  canst,  thou  wouldst,  this  moment  save 

Both  me  and  all  mankind. 

5  Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ; 
Now  let  me  find  my  pard'ning  Lord; 

Let  what  I  ask  be  given  : 
The  bar  of  unbelief  remove  ; 
Open  the  door  of  faith  and  love, 

And  let  me  into  heaven. 

Ill  (374)  L.M. 

Ware, 41:  T.P.  32. 

OFOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away  ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend  ;  the  earth  can  quake  ; 
The  seas  can  roar;  the  mountains  shake  : 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line. 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments  too,  which  devils  fear — 
Amazing  thought ! — unmoved  I  hear  ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 

To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed ; 
And,  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

7.' 


PENITENTIAL. 

112  (378)  S.M. 

Boylston,  101:  T.P.  105.     Kentucky,  110:  T.P.  104. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
The  wond'ring  angels  see ; 

Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there  's  no  weeping  there. 

113  (379)  76,76,78,76. 

Penitence,  176:  T.P.  180. 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suff 'ring  shown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
Repentance  to  impart, 

Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble,  contrite  heart : 

Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 
A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  : 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 
The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 

Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow  : 
80 


PENITENTIAL. 

If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr'd, 
If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan, 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

114  (388)  8  lines  Is. 

Martyr  151:  T.P.  152. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 

Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd  , 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness; 
False,  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found,- 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound; 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
6  81 


PENITENTIAL. 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 
115  (398)  L.  M. 

Windham,  45:  T.P.  20.     Hamburg,  15:  T.P.  6. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, — ■ 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death ; 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, — 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

116  (403)  4  lines  7s. 

PleyeVs,U7:  T.P.  144.   Depth  of  Mercy,  SOI:  T.P.  225. 

DEPTH  of  mercy!  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 
82 


PENITENTIAL. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament  ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Kindled  his  relentings  are ; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ? — 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

5  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands ; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still.* 

117(404)  CM. 

Marlow,  76:  T.P.  57.     China,  57:  T.P.  83. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee; 
No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 

What  pain,  what  labour,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 

And  all  my  wants  thou  wouldst  relieve, 
In  this  accepted  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith  !  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 

O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, — 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

*  How  Charles  Wesley  excels  in  delineating  spiritual 
experiences  ! 


PENITENTIAL. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die; 

0  speak,  and  I  shall  live ; 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  How  would  my  fainting  soul  rejoice, 
Could  I  but  see  thy  face ; 

Now  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

118  (406)  CM. 

Naomi,  79:  T.P.  60. 

LORD,  I  approach  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  thou  dost  answer  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  thy  feet, — 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea; 
With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 

Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  press'd, 

By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, — 

1  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place; 
That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 

I  may  rejoice  in  Jesus'  grace, — 
In  Jesus  crucified. 

5  O,  wondrous  love  ! — to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name.* 

*  This  hymn  expresses  the  varied  experience  of  Dr. 
Newton,  its  author,  who  was  once  an  infidel,  slave-dealer, 
and  outcast ;  but  who,  after  conversion,  spent  over  forty 
years  in  bringing  others  to  Christ.  He  belongs  to  the 
age  that  may  almost  be  said  to  have  introduced  Christ 
into  song. 

b  84 


PENITENTIAL. 
119  (409)  6  lines  te 

Toplady.  141:  T.P.  116. 

ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd. 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, — 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, — 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  ri^e  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, — 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

120(^17)  L.M. 

Forest  IS:  T.P.  U.     Missionary  Chant  t$:  T.P.  40. 

WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, — 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near : 

O  dark  !  dark  !   dark  !   I  still  must  say, 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 

Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 


PENITENTIAL. 

4  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus,  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee  : 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 

1  shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 

121  (418)  S.M. 

Athol,97:  T.P.  126. 

FATHER,  I  dare  believe 
Thee  merciful  and  true  : 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  soul  forgive, — 
My  fallen  soul  renew. 

2  Come,  then,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  bid  my  heart  be  clean ; 

An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, — 
An  end  of  all  my  sin. 

3  I  cannot  wash  my  heart, 
But  by  believing  thee, 

And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  spotless  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
Jesus,  the  grace  bestow  ; 

Now  thy  all-cleansing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  snow. 
122  (420)  L.  M. 

Windham,  45:  T.P.  20.     Hamburg,  15:  T.P.  6. 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite  , 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  steel'd  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  shaken  off  my  guilty  fears  ; 

And  vex'd,  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years  : 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  : 
86 


PENITENTIAL. 

4  Yet,  O  !   the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 

To'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

123  (423)  6  lines  Vs. 

Toplady,  1J+1:  T.P.  146. 

0  DISCLOSE  thy  lovely  face  ! 
Quicken  all  my  drooping  powers  ; 
Gasps  my  fainting  soul  for  grace, 
As  a  thirsty  land  for  showers  : 
Hasten,  Lord,  no  more  delay; 
Come,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
Unaccompanied  by  thee  ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  : 
Till  thou  inward  life  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine  ; 
Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 

Fill  me,  Radiancy  divine ; 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

124  (428)  S.M. 

Boylston,  101 :  T.P.  105. 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2   Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield; 

I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 

And  own  thee  conqueror. 
87 


PENITENTIAL. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 
My  friends,  my  all,  resign  : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, — 
Thy  only  love  to  know ; 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou  ; 
Thou  all-sufficient  art : 

My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 

125  (430)  C.  M. 

Mear,  77:  T.P.  75. 

THE  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes, 
From  folly  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  wand'rings  with  surprise  : 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 
The  famine  in  this  land, 

While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  With  deep  repentance  I  '11  return, 
And  seek  my  Father's  face ; 

Unworthy  to  be  cali'd  a  son, 
I  '11  ask  a  servant's  place. 

4  Far  off  the  Father  saw  him  move, — 
In  pensive  silence  mourn, — 

And  quickly  ran,  with  arms  of  love, 
To  welcome  his  return. 


PENITENTIAL. 

5   Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, — 

The  long-lost  son  is  found  ! 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 


126  (435)  L.M. 

Hebron,  16:  T.P.  30. 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 
Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame; 
Faith,  like  its  Finisher  and  Lord, 
To-day,  as  yesterday,  the  same  : — 

2  To  thee  our  humble  hearts  aspire, 
And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable  ; 

Increase  in  us  the  kindled  fire, 
In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfil. 

3  By  faith  we  know  thee  strong  to  save  : 
(Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  thou  :) 

Whate'er  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have  ; 
Future,  and  past,  subsisting  now. 

4  To  him  that  in  thy  Name  believes, 
Eternal  life  with  thee  is  given  ; 

Into  himself  he  all  receives, — 

Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 
Unseen  by  reason's  glimm 'ring  ray, 

With  strong  commanding  evidence, 
Their  heavenly  origin  display. 

6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light ; 

The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly  ; 
The*  Invisible  appears  in  sight, 
And  God  is  seen  bv  morcal  eye. 
89 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 

127  (437)  6  lines  8s. 

Si  Stephens,  128:  T.P.  128.     Nashville,  127:  T.P.  127. 

NOW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain; 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin, 

Before  the  world's  foundation  slain  ; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  Father,  thine  everlasting  grace 
Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far  : 

Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness  ; 

Thine  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 
Returning  sinners  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 

3  O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 
My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  thee; 

Cover'd  is  my  unrighteousness, 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me  : 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries.* 

4  By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea  ; 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 

Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast  : 
Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear! 
Mercy  is  all  that  's  written  there. 

128  (439)  CM. 

Broomsgrove,54:  T.P.  85.     Peterboro\  84:  T.P.  67. 

IN  hope,  against  all  human  hope, 
Self-desp'rate,  I  believe, — 
Thy  quick'ning  word  shall  raise  me  up  ; 
Thou  wilt  thy  Spirit  give. 

*  The  last  two  lines  of  verse  3  were  frequently  uttered 
in  great  triumph  by  Fletcher  during  his  last  hours. 
90 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 

2  The  thing  surpasses  all  my  thought  ; 
But  faithful  is  my  Lord  ; 

Through  unbelief  I  stagger  not, 
For  God  hath  spoke  the  word. 

3  Faith,  mighty  faith,  the  promise  sees, 
And  looks  to  that  alone  ; 

Laughs  at  impossibilities, 

And  cries, — It  shall  be  done  ! 

4  To  thee  the  glory  of  thy  power 
And  faithfulness  I  give  ; 

1  shall  in  Christ,  at  that  glad  hour, 
And  Christ  in  me  shall  live. 

5  Obedient  faith,  that  waits  on  thee. 
Thou  never  wilt  reprove  ; 

But  thou  wilt  form  thy  Son  in  me, 
And  perfect  me  in  love. 

129  (445)  6  lines  Bs. 

St  Stephens,  128:  T.P.  128.    And  can  it  be,  125:  T.P.  255 

AND  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 
An  int'rest  in  the  Saviour's  blood? 
Died  he  for  me,  who  caused  his  pain  ? 
For  me,  who  him  to  death  pursued? 
Amazing  love  !  how  can  it  be, 
That  thou,  my  Lord,  shouldst  die  for  me  ? 

2  Tis  mvst'ry  all, — the'  Immortal  dies 
Who  can  explore  his  strange  design  ? 

In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 

To  sound  the  depths  of  love  divine; 
'Tis  mercy  all !  let  earth  adore  : 
Let  angel  minds  inquire  no  more. 

3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above  ; 
(So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace  !) 

Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love, 

And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race  ; 
'Tis  mercy  all,  immense  and  free, 
For,  O  my  God,  it  found  out  me  ! 
91 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 

4  Long  my  imprison'd  spirit  lay, 

Fast  bound  in  sin  and  nature's  night: 
Thine  eye  diffused  a  quick'ning  ray  ; 

I  woke  ;  the  dungeon  flamed  with  light : 
My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free, — 

1  rose,  went  forth,  and  follow'd  thee.* 

5  No  condemnation  now  I  dread, — 
Jesus,  with  all  in  him,  is  mine  ; 

Alive  in  him,  my  living  Head, 

And  clothed  in  righteousness  divine, 
Bold  I  approach  the'  eternal  throne, 
And  claim  the  crown,  through  Christ  my  own. 

130  (448)  L.M. 

Duane  Street,  6 :  T.P.  11. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, — 
He.  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  Tire  way  the  holy  prophets  went, — 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, — 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, — 
Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way. 

5  I^o !  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am ; 

Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

*  Descriptive   of   the   author's   conversion.     Probably 
written  May  23,  1738. 

92 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 

6   Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I  '11  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say, — Behold  the  way  to  God. 

131   (451)  L.M. 

Federal  Street  12:  T.P.  16.     Happy  Day,  202:  T.P.  218. 

0  HAPPY  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ; 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 

Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart : 
With  him  of  every  good  possess'd. 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

132   (452)  12  9,12  9. 

Rapture,  179:  T.P.  185. 

OHOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above; 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 
93 


JUSTIFICATION  BY  FAITH. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 

I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, — 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song: 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see; 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

5  O  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ; 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


ADOPTION  AND   ASSURANCE. 
133(459)     ~  S.  M. 

Olney,  116 :  T. P.  1 19.     Laban,  111 :  T.P.  1 1 3. 

HOW  can  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ? 
How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 
94 


ADOPTION  AND  ASSURANCE. 

2  What  we  have  felt  and  seen  ' 
With  confidence  we  tell ; 

And  publish  to  the  sons  of  men, 
The  signs  infallible. 

3  We  who  in  Christ  believe 
That  he  for  us  hath  died, 

We  all  his  unknown  peace  receive. 
And  feel  his  blood  applied. 

4  Exults  our  rising  soul, 
Disburden'd  of  her  load, 

And  swells,  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

5  His  love,  surpassing  far 
The  love  of  all  beneath, 

We  find  within  our  hearts,  and  dare 
The  pointless  darts  of  death. 

6  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 
The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 

And,  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 

134(469)  CM. 

Azmon.50:  T.P.  71. 

AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high 
To  say,— My  Father,  God  ? 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 
For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 

Let  each  rebellious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom, 
And  bid  me  wait  serene, 

Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 
95 


ADOPTION  AND  ASSURANCE. 

4  My  Father,  God,  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

135  (473)  L.M. 

Rockingham,  31:  T.P.  18. 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
'  Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin  ; 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 

And  soft,  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts,  their  joys  come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  : 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  the'  heavenly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow  ; 

And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles, 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys, 
But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 

In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

136  (474)  4  6s&  2  8s. 

Lenox,  136:  T.P.  136.     Carmarthen,  T.P.  209. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise; 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

96 


ADOPTION  AND  ASSURANCE. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede ; 

His  all-redeeming  love, 
His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  plead  for  me  : — 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  One  : 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 
His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear : 

He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear  : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

137(^75)  L.M. 

Miller,  22:  T.P.  10.     Sessions,  35:  T.P.  12. 

GREAT  GOD,  indulge  my  humble  claim  ; 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest  ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise. 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God; 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, — 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 
7  97 


ADOPTION  AND  ASSURANCE. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  ; 

As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  I  11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  : 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

138  (477)  S.M. 

Epsilon,  105:  T.P.  111.    Lebanon,  112:  T.P.  ]  10. 

SPIRIT  of  faith,  come  down, 
Reveal  the  things  of  God ; 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 

And  witness  with  the  blood  : 
*Tis  thine  the  blood  to'  apply, 

And  give  us  eyes  to  see, 
That  He  who  did  for  sinners  die, 
Hath  surely  died  for  me. 

2  No  man  can  truly  say 
That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 

Unless  thou  take  the  veil  away, 
And  breathe  the  living  word  : 

Then,  only  then  we  feel 
Our  int'rest  in  his  blood ; 

And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, — 
Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  ! 

3  O  that  the  world  might  know 
The  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 

Spirit  of  faith,  descend  and  show 

The  virtue  of  his  Name  : 
The  grace  which  all  may  find, 

The  saving  power  impart ; 
And  testify  to  all  mankind. 

And  speak  in  every  heart. 
98 


SAXCTIFICATION. 


139(483)  CM. 

Coronation.  61:  T.P.  86. 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me  : 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, — 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head; 
He  brings  salvation  near; 

His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  ! 
What  can  withstand  his  will  ? 

The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fulfil. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word  ; 
I  steadfastly  believe 

Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his. 
Of  paradise  possess'd, 

1  taste  unutterable  bliss, 
And  everlasting  rest. 

140  (484)  C.  M. 

Woodland,  95:  T.P.  59. 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
'  To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone  : 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 
Is  fix'd  on  things  above  ; 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  bv  perfect  love. 
99 


SANCTIFICATION. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe,  and  enter  in  : 

Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart ; 
This  unbelief  remove  : 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, — 
The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 

141  (486)  C.  M. 

Cowper,  62:  T.P.  58.     Hymn,  78:  T.P.  80. 

JESUS,  the  sinner's  rest  thou  art, 
From  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain  ; 
While  thou  art  absent  from  the  heart 
We  look  for  rest  in  vain. 

2  O  when  wilt  thou  my  Saviour  be  ? 
O  when  shall  I  be  clean  ? 

The  true  eternal  sabbath  see, — 
A  perfect  rest  from  sin  ? 

3  The  consolations  of  thy  word 
My  soul  have  long  upheld ; 

The  faithful  promise  of  the  Lord 
Shall  surely  be  fulfillU 

4  I  look  to  my  incarnate  God 
Till  he  his  work  begin ; 

And  wait  till  his  redeeming  blood 
Shall  cleanse  me  from  all  sin. 

5  O  that  I  now  the  voice  might  hear 
That  speaks  my  sins  forgiven  ; 

Thy  word  is  pass'd  to  give  me  here 
The  inward  pledge  of  heaven. 

6  Thy  blood  shall  over  all  prevail, 
And  sanctify  the'  unclean  ; 

The  grace  that  saves  the  soul  from  hell, 
Will  save  from  present  sin. 
100 


SANCTIFICATION. 

142  (491)  886,886. 

Ariel,  131:  T.P.  131. 

0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love, 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

1  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 
See  all  the  land  below: 

Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 
In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ; 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years ; 
Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

143  (492)  C.  M. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86.     Xorthfield,  80 :  T.P.  55. 

0  JOYFUL  sound  of  gospel  grace, 
Christ  shall  in  me  appear; 
I,  even  I,  shall  see  his  face, — 
I  shall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness 
To  me  reach'd  out  I  view  : 

Conq'ror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize, 
And  wear  it  as  my  due 
101 


SANCTIFICATION. 

3  The  promised  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 
I  now  exult  to  see  : 

My  hope  is  full,  (O  glorious  hope !) 
Of  immortality. 

4  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel,  thou  art ; 
But  this  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 
A  constant  paradise. 

5  My  earth  thou  wat'rest  from  on  high, 
But  make  it  all  a  pool : 

Spring  up,  O  Well,  I  ever  cry ; 
Spring  up  within  my  soul. 

6  Come,  O  my  God,  thyself  reveal  ; 
Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 

Thou  only  canst  my  spirit  fill ; 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God. 

144  (496)  L.  M. 

Forest,  13:  T.P.41.     Missionary  Chant,  23 :  T.P.40. 

THY  loving  Spirit,  Lord,  alone, 
Can  lead  me  forth,  and  make  me  free ; 
The  bondage  break  in  which  I  groan, 
And  set  my  heart  at  liberty. 

2  Now  let  thy  Spirit  bring  me  in, 
And  give  thy  servant  to  possess 

The  land  of  rest  from  inbred  sin, — 
The  land  of  perfect  holiness. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  power  the  same; 
The  same  thy  truth  and  grace  endure  ; 

And  in  thy  blessed  hands  I  am, 
And  trust  thee  for  a  perfect  cure. 

4  Come,  Saviour,  come,  and  make  me  whole; 
Entirely  all  my  sins  remove  ; 

To  perfect  health  restore  my  soul, — 
To  perfect  holiness  and  love. 
102 


SANCTIFICATION. 
145  (498)  87,87,87,87. 

Adoration,  153 :  T.P.159.     Xettleton,  159 :  T.P.  161. 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
'  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, — 
Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ; 

Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit ; 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 
Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave  : 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation  ; 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 

Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation. 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee  : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, — 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

103 


SANCTIFICATION. 

146  (500)  C.  M. 

Balerma,  52:  T.P.  89.     Manoah,  75:  T.P.  286. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; — 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  : — 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, — 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  : — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 
Come  quickly  from  above; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, — 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

147  (506)  L.  M. 
Melcombe,  20:  T.P.  9.     Rockingham,  31:  T.P.  18. 

COME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above, 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 
And  set  my  longing  spirit  free ; 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  will  I  pursue : 

I  '11  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  snares,  adieu. 
104 


SANCTIFICATION. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I  '11  seek, 
In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine, 

Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  consecrated  soul; 

Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 

148  (510)  L.  M. 

Sessions,  35:  T.P.  12.     Rosedale,  32:  T.P.  45. 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ; 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; 

The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

105 


0 


SANCTIFICATION. 

149  (520)  S.  M. 

Seir,  118:  T.P.  1 18.     St  Thomas,  123:  T.P.  120. 
COME,  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  power  within  ; 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin ! 

2  The  seed  of  sin's  disease, 
Spirit  of  health,  remove, — 

Spirit  of  finish'd  holiness, 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3  Hasten  the  joyful  day 
Which  shall  my  sins  consume ; 

When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
And  all  things  new  become. 

4  I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 
That  all  I  do  is  right, — 

According  to  thy  will  and  word, — 
Well  pleasing  in  thy  sight. 

5  I  ask  no  higher  state ; 
Indulge  me  but  in  this, 

And  soon  or  later  then  translate 
To  my  eternal  bliss. 

150  (524)  CM. 

Parsons,  83:  T.P.  63.     Dundee,  66:  T.P.  62. 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own ; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, — 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 
106 


SANCTIFICATION. 

4  The'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  'faith  to  sight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 

And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

151  (526)  CM. 

Hymn,  73:  T.P.  SO.      Ortonville,  82:  T.P.  52. 

JESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 
Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
The  gift  unspeakable ; 

And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  to'  embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire 
The  perfect  bliss  to  prove  ; 

My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  dissolved  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself;  from  every  boast, 
From  every  wish  set  free  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 
But  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  cannot  suffice, 
Unless  thyself  be  given  ; 

Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 

152  (527)  CM. 

Arlington,  tf :  T.P.  98. 

LET  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
His  sov'reign  right  assert; 
And  take  up  every  thankful  song, 

And  every  loving  heart. 
2   He  justly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price  : 
The  Christian  lives  to  Christ  alone  ; 
To  Christ  alone  he  dies. 
107 


SANCTIFICATION. 

3  Jesus,  thine  own  at  last  receive ; 
Fulfil  our  hearts'  desire; 

And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
And  in  thy  cause  expire. 

4  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 

Our  all, — no  longer  ours,  but  thine 
To  all  eternity. 

153  (529)  L.M. 

Sessions,  35:  T.P.  12.     Hamburg,  15:  T.P.  6. 

I  THIRST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood; 
To^dwell  within  thy  wounds;  then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  thee  : 

Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

3  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  shelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  side ! 
Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move ; 
O  wondrous  grace !  O  boundless  love ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King, 
That  thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring ; 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow, 
Our  words  are  lost,  nor  will  we  know, 

Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside, — 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 
108 


SANCTIFICATION. 

154(536)  CM. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  8Q.     Howard,  72:  T.P.  94. 

JESUS,  thine  all-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  : 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow  ; 

Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 

3  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 
And  all  my  sins  consume  : 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

4  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart ; 
Illuminate  my  soul ; 

Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

5  My  steadfast  soul,  from  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 

While  Christ  is  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  is  love. 

155   (538)  886,886. 

Ariel  131:  T.P.  131. 

OLOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 

1  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, — 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height. 
109 


SANOTIFICATION. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart : 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine ; 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  O  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast : 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 


PRAYER  AND   INTERCESSION. 


156  (549)  L.  M. 

Pilesgrove,  27:  T.P.  31.     Hebron,  16:  T.P.  30. 

PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray  ; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress ; 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 

If  guilt  deject;  if  sin  distress; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak  : 
Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 

Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

110 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

"4  Depend  on  him  ;  thou  canst  not  fail ; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail : 

Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 
157  (551)  L.M. 

Retreat  29:  T.P.  13.     Federal  Street  12:  T.P.  16. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay 'd, — 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffring  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 
158  (553)  CM. 

Arlington,  49:  T.P.  98.      Corinth,  60:  T.P.  99. 

SHEPHERD  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 
In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 
2   Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, — 
Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, — 
O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  pravcr. 
ill 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

3  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart ; 
Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 

Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, — 
I  will  not  let  thee  go  ; — 

4  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 
Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me ; 

With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 

5  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain-top 
Behold  thy  open  face; 

Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallow'd  up, 
And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 

159  (557)  4  lines  7s. 

Hendon,  143:  T.P.  142. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  himself  invites  thee  near, — 
Bids  thee  ask  him,  waits  to  hear. 

2  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There,  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

3  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

4  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do ; 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, — 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

160  (564)  Klines  7s. 

Litany  Hymn,  150:  T.P.  149. 

SAVIOUR,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  the*  adoring  knee, — 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes, — 

112 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

O,  by  all  thy  pain  and  woe 
Suffer 'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  us  when  to  thee  we  cry. 

2  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  tort'ring  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veil'd  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice, — 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry. 

3  By  thy  deep,  expiring  groan ; 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God, — 
O,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty.,  re-ascended  Lord, 
Saviour,  Prince,  exalted  high, 
Hear,  O  hear,  our  humble  cry. 

161  (566)  CM. 

Warwick,  93:  T.P.  78. 

TESUS,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
J    In  whom  I  now  believe, 
As  taught  by  thee,  in  faith  I  pray, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thy  will  by  me  on  earth  be  done, 
As  by  the  powers  above, 

Who  always  see  thee  on  thy  throne, 
And  glory  in  thy  love. 

3  I  ask  in  confidence  the  grace, 
That  I  may  do  thy  will, 

As  angels,  who  behold  thy  face, 
And  all  thy  words  fulfil. 
8  113 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

4  Surely  I  shall,  the  sinner  I, 
Shall  serve  thee  without  fear, 

If  thou  my  nature  sanctify 
In  answer  to  my  prayer. 

162  (568)  CM. 

Melody,  78:  T.P.  12.     Peterooro\  84:  T.P.  67. 

OFOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  press'd  by  every  foe; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ; — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 
Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God ; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without ; 

That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; — 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread 

frown, 
Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Or  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; — 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 
Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 

And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 

We  '11  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 
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PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

163  (570)  S.M. 

Boylston,  101:  T.P.  105. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil, — 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 
2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 

164  (572)  L.M. 

Ward,  40:  T.P.  3-4.     St  Cross,  5:  T.P.  35. 

OTHOU  who  earnest  from  above, 
The  pure  celestial  fire  to'  impart, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 
On  the  mean  altar  of  my  heart. 

2  There  let  it  for  thy  glory  burn, 
With  inextinguishable  blaze  ; 

And  trembling  to  its  Source  return, 
In  humble  love  and  fervent  praise. 

3  Jesus,  confirm  my  heart's  desire 

To  work,  and  speak,  and  think  for  thee ; 
Still  let  me  guard  the  holy  fire, 
And  still  stir  up  thy  gift  in  me. 

4  Ready  for  all  thy  perfect  will, 
My  acts  of  faith  and  love  repeat, 

Till  death  thy  endless  mercies  seal, 
And  make  the  sacrifice  complete. 
115 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

165   (578)  L.  M. 

Wells,  43:  T.P.  23. 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou  ; 
To  thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, — 

1  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength, — be  thou  my  way ; 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day : 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 

And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

3  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

4  My  suff'ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er; 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  : 
My  ransom 'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 

To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

166  (579)  CM. 

PhuvaJi,  85:  T.P.  100.     Tamar,  90:  T.P.  101. 

I  WANT  a  principle  within, 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, — 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 

1  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 

The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
O  God,  my  conscience  make ; 

Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 
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PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

3   If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  ; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 

For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
O  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

167  (581)  604,6664. 

Olivet  184:  T.P.  1ST. 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee,* 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine, 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray  ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
O  let  me,  from  this  day, 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart; 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  hre. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Xor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

*  "  Written  because  it  was  born  in  my  heart  and  de- 
manded expression.  I  gave  form  to  what  I  felt  by  writ- 
ing, with  little  effort,  these  stanzas.  I  recollect  I  wrote 
them  with  very  tender  emotion,  and  ended  the  last  lines 
(verse  4)  with 'tears." — Ray  Palmer. 
117 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream ; 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distress  remove ; 

0,  bear  me  safe  above, — 
A  ransom'd  soul. 

168  (588)  S.  M. 

0lmulz,115:  T.P.116. 

OLORD,  thy  work  revive, 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  O  let  thy  chosen  few 
Awake  to  earnest  prayer; 

Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, — 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear; 
Now  listen  to  our  cry : 

O  come,  and  bring  salvation  near; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

169  (607)  L.M. 

Evening  Hymn,  11:  T.P.  26. 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 
2   Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 

1,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

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PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 

Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close; 
Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  : 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love.* 

170  (649)  6  lines  8s. 

Wrestling  Jacob,  T.P.  129.     St. Stephens,  128:  T.P.  128. 

COME,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ; 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee  : 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 
My  sin  and  misery  declare; 

Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name  ; 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there  : 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  ? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free  ; 
I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  : 

Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know.f 

*  Often  sung  in  England  at  close  of  evening  service. 

f  Dr.  Watts,  with  Christian  nobility,  said  that  this  poem 
was  worth  all  the  verses  he  had  ever  written.  [There  are 
nine  stanzas  more.] 

119 


THE  SCRIPTURES. 


171(678)     ~  CM. 

Cambridge,  56:  T.P.  66.     Tallis,  89:  T.P.  91. 

WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page ! 
Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  : 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Lord  !  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 
For  such  a  bright  display, 

As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  Our  souls  rejoicingly  pursue 
The  steps  of  Him  we  love, 

Till  glory  break  upon  our  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

172  (679)  C.  M. 

St.  Martin,  88:  T.P.  54.     Christmas,  58;  T.P.  92. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
Let  us  thine  influence  prove  ; — 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire ; 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  thee 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  : 

Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key  ; 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  Celestial  Dove  ; 
Brood  o  'er  our  nature's  night ; 

On  our  disorder'd  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light, 
120 


THE  SCRIPTURES. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 

The  depths  of  life  divine. 

173   (686)  S.  M. 

Laban,  111:  T.P.  113.     Paddington.  117:  T.P.  112. 

THY  word,  almighty  Lord, 
Where'er  it  enters  in, 
Is  sharper  than  a  two-edged  sword, 
To  slay  the  man  of  sin. 

2  Thy  word  is  power  and  life ; 
It  bids  confusion  cease, 

And  changes  envy,  hatred,  strife, 
To  love,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

3  Then  let  our  hearts  obey 
The  gospel's  glorious  sound  ; 

And  all  its  fruits,  from  day  to  day, 
Be  in  us  and  abound. 

174  (688)  L.M. 

Park  Street,  26:  T.P.  43.     Duke  Street  7:  T.P.  42. 

NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King, 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow  ; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There,  what  delightful  truths  I  read  ! 
There,  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed  : 
His  name  salutes  my  list'ning  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

121 


THE  SCRIPTURES. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  my  lab 'ring  conscience  peace  ; 
Raises  my  grateful  thoughts  on  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

5  For  love  like  this,  O  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong ; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  Name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 


COMMUNION   OF   SAINTS. 


175  (700)  CM. 

St  Ann,  86;  T.P.  90.     China,  57:  T.P.  83. 

TRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
Of  every  sinful  heart  : 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  If  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 
Leave  us  not  comfortless ; 

But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
Each  other's  cross  to  bear  : 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up ; 
Our  little  stock  improve  ; 

Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 
Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 

Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 
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COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  : 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 

With  all  the  sanctified. 

176   (704)  CM. 

Evan.  09:  T.P.  81.     Barby,  53:  T.P.  76. 

JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 
And  bear  thine  easy  yoke, — 

A  band  of  love,  a  threefold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  spirit  drink  ; 
Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 

And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak,  the  same. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 
Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 

And  ever  toward  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  toward  thee. 

5  To  thee,  inseparably  join'd, 
Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 

O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee  receive. 


LOVE-FEAST. 


177  (711)  CM. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86. 

ALL  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord, 
Who  joins  us  by  his  grace, 
And  bids  us,  each  to  each  restored, 
Together  seek  his  face. 
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LOVE-FEAST. 

2  He  bids  us  build  each  other  up  ; 
And,  gather'd  into  one, 

To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

3  The  gift  which  he  on  one  bestows, 
We  all  delight  to  prove  ; 

The  grace  through  every  vessel  flows, 
In  purest  streams  of  love. 

4  E'en  now  we  think  and  speak  the  same, 
And  cordially  agree, — 

United  all,  through  Jesus'  name, 
In  perfect  harmony. 

5  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one  ; 
The  common  peace  we  feel; 

A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknown, — 
A  joy  unspeakable. 

6  And  if  our  fellowship  below 
In  Jesus  be  so  sweet, 

What  height  of  rapture  shall  we  know 
When  round  his  throne  we  meet ! 

178   (712)  S.  M. 

Kentucky,  110:  T.P.  104.     Boylston,  101:  T.P.  105. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 
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LOVE-FEAST.       . 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

179  (716)  C.  M. 

Antioch  48:  T.P.  96.     Xorthfield.  80 :  T.P.  55. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
Ye  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  Name. 

2  To  Jesus'  Name  give  thanks  and  sing, 
Whose  mercies  never  end  : 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King; 
The  King  is  now  our  Friend. 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss  ; 
On  earthly  good  look  down  ; 

And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4  O  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 

Our  faith  by  works  to'  approve, — 
By  holy,  purifying  hope, 

And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 
The  Holy  Ghost  receive  ; 

And,  raised  to  our  unsinning  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  live  : — 

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LOVE-FEAST. 

6  Live,  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come, 
And  wait  his  heaven  to  share  : 

He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home; 
Go  on,  we  '11  meet  you  there. 


THE   WARFARE. 


180  (725)  S.  M. 

Silver  Street,  120:  T.P.  123. 

OOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
O  And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 

Through  his  eternal  Son  ; 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endued; 

But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God  : 
That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past. 
Ye  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place, — 
No  weakness  of  the  soul; 

Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 

And  fortify  the  whole  : 
Indissolubly  join'd, 

To  battle  all  proceed; 
But  arm  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Christ  your  Head. 
126 


THE  WARFARE. 

181  (731)  S.  M. 
Paddington,  117:  T.P.  112.     Lobars  111:  T.P.  113. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Xe'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
Xor  lay  thine  armour  down  : 

The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4  Then  persevere  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 

He  '11  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 

182  (734)  CM. 

Coronation,  61:  T.P.  86.      Christmas.  58:  T.P.  92. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Since  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

127 


THE  WARFARE. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  : 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, — 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 

In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

183  (736)  CM. 

Union,  92:  T.P.  262.     Northfield,  80:  T.P.  55. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, — 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

184(737)  16,16,76,16. 

Munich,  198:  T.P.  173.      Webb,  172:  T.P.  172. 

GOD  is  my  strong  salvation ; 
What  foe  have  I  to  fear? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 
My  light,  my  help,  is  near  : 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  in  the  fight  I  stand ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 
With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

128 


V 


THE  WARFARE. 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance ; 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 

When  faint  and  desolate; 
His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen ; 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 


PATIENCE  AND  RESIGNATION. 


185(744)  10,10,11,11. 

Lyons,  177:  T.P.  182. 

THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  af- 
fright, 
Though  friends   should  all  fail,  and   foes  all 

unite, 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us, — The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are 

fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread  : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written, — The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith; 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has 

tried) 
The  heart-cheering  promise, — The  Lord  will 
provide. 

9  129 


PATIENCE  AND  RESIGNATION. 

4  He  tells  us  we  're  weak, — our  hope  is  in  vain ; 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain  : 
But  when  such   suggestions  our  graces  have 

tried, 
This   answers  all   questions, — The  Lord  will 
provide. 

5  No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we 

claim : 

Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus's  Name  ; 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  power, — The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through  : 
Not  fearingor  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting, — The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

186  (745)  CM. 

Mear,  77:  T.P.  75.     Notting  Hill,  81:  T.P.  93. 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,* 
His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  : 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  -blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

*  Written  in  the  twilight  of  departing  reason. 
130 


PATIENCE  AND  RESIGNATION. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour: 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  : 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

187  (748)  CM. 

Netting  Hill  81:  T.P.  93.     Cowper,  62:  T.P.  58. 

OTHOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee. 

2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes,  are  flown  ; 

And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  Christ  can  heal  that  broken  heart, 
Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 

Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  O  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 
Did  not  His  wing  of  love 

Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above. 

5  Then  sorrow,  touch'd  by  Him,  grows  bright, 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray; 

As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 
We  never  saw^  by  day. 

188  (762)  L.M. 

Forest  13:  T.P.  41.     Missionary  Chant  23 :  T.P.  40. 

GOD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
Through  varied  deaths  my  soul  hath  led, 
Or  turn'd  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ; — 

131 


PATIENCE  AND  RESIGNATION. 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, — 
Thy  ruling  providence  I  see ; 

Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly, 
But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast ! 

Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest. 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 
But  thou,  O  Christ,  my  wisdom  art : 

1  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known ; 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, — 

The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 
189  (779)  S.  M. 

Badea,  99:  T.P.  114.     Shirland,  119:  T.P.  107. 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  His  hands, — 
To  His  sure  trust  and  tender  care 

Who  earth  and  heaven  commands ; 
Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey  : 
He  shall  direct  thy  wand'ring  feet, — 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
So,  safe,  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 

Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 

So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 
No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care; 
To  him  commend  thy  cause, — his  ear 

Attends  the  softest  prayer.* 

*  Written  in  1641,   to  cheer  the  author's  weary  wife 
while  walking  into  exile  from  Berlin  to  Saxony.     Duke 
Christian,  of  Merseburg,  afterward  provided  for  him. 
132 


PATIENCE  AND  RESIGNATION. 

190  (795)  L.M. 

Retreat, 29:  T.P.  13.     Sessions,  35 :  T.P.  12. 

OGOD,  thou  art  my  God  alone  ; 
Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry  ; 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, — 

A  thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

3  Better  than  life  itself,  thy  love ; 
Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me ; 

For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Praise  with  my  heart,  my  mind,  my  voice, 
For  all  thy  mercy  I  will  give; 

My  soul  shall  still  in  God  rejoice, — 

My  tongue  shall  bless  thee  while  I  live.* 


GROWTH  IX   GRACE. 


191  (804)  L.M. 

Sessions,  35 :  T.P.  12.    Bava,3:  T.P.  4. 

LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 
2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

*  Montgomery' s  hymns   express  his   own    experience. 
He  used  them  till  death  to  cheer  his  own  sorrows. 
1J3 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

3  Thine  would  I  live — thine  would  I  die  ; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here,  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, — 
Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

5  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
The  great  engagement  to  perform  ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

192  (805)  CM. 
Stephens,  87:  T.P.  79.     Warwick,  93:  T.P.  78. 

LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  ; 
t  It  has  no  charms  for  me  : 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  can  no  longer  please, 
Nor  happiness  afford  : 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice  ; 
I  bid  them  all  depart : 

His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

193  (806)  L.  M. 
Grace  Church,  U:  T.P.  47.     Duke  Street,  7:  T.P.  42. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime, 
Above  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Let  faith  now  pierce  the  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 
134 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  I  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  me  on  the  road, — 
The  narrow  road  that  leads  to  God  ? 
Or  can  I  love  this  earth  so  well, 

As  not  to  long  with  God  to  dwell  ? 

4  To  dwell  with  God, — to  taste  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy 'd  above  : 

The  glorious  expectation  now 
Is  heavenly  bliss  begun  below. 

194  (813)  L.  M. 

Iosco.  18  :  T.P.  39.      Ward,  Ifi :  T.P.  34. 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, — 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ; 
No ! — when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, — 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  Name. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ; 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, — 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

195  (817)  L.M. 

Effingham,  9 :  T.P.  44.      Ware,  41 :  T.P.  32. 

MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thv  dictates,  and  obey. 
135 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, — 
Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end? 

'Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  would  not  sigh  for  worldly  joy, 
Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  : 

Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, — 
To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 

Nor  could  all  worldly  honour  give 
Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigour  is  no  more  ; 

And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  saving  love,  his  glorious  power. 

196  (825)  L.M. 

Federal  St,  12:  T.P.  16.     Rosedale,  32:  T.P.  45. 

OTHOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee ; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way : 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, — 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, — 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 
136 


GROWTH   IN  GRACE. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see. 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee ; 

0  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease. 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

197(828)  CM. 

Lanesboro\  74:  T.P.  56.     Marlow,  76:  T.P.  57. 

LORD,  I  believe  thy  every  word, 
'  Thy  every  promise  true  ; 
And  lo  !  I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  strength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flesh  I  may 
Awhile  show  forth  thy  praise, 

Jesus,  support  the  tott'ring  clay, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

3  If  such  a  worm  as  I  can  spread 
The  common  Saviour's  name, 

Let  Him  who  raised  thee  from  the  dead, 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  show, 
Which  purges  every  stain ; 

And  gladly  linger  out  below 
A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

198  (832)  87,87,  47. 

Zion,  157:  T.P.  158. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  : 

1  am  weak — but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
137 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow  ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current ; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

199  (834)  CM. 

Devizes,  65:  T.P.  64.      Christmas,  58:  T.P.  92. 

AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'Tis  he  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Saviour !  introduced  by  thee, 
Our  race  have  we  begun  ; 

And,  crown 'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  trophies  down. 

200  (838)  4  lines  7s. 

PleyeVs  Hymn,  147 :  T.P.  144. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
138 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  0  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad; 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  : 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes, — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  obediently  we  '11  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

20r(840)  L.M. 

Evening  Hymn,  11:  T.P.  26.      Warren,  J&:  T.P.  46. 

YE  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know, 
If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare. 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove  : 
By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven  : 

And  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 
And  follow  Christ,  your  head,'  to  heaven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 
Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 

In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  pomp  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire, 
Contending  for  your  native  place  ; 

And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 

And  onlv  live  to  love  and  praise. 
139 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

5  For  who  by  faith  your  Lord  receive, 
Ye  nothing  seek  or  want  beside  ; 

Dead  to  the  world  and  sin  ye  live  ; 
Your  creature-love  is  crucified. 

6  Your  real  life,  with  Christ  conceal'd, 
Deep  in  the  Father's  bosom  lies  ; 

And  glorious  as  your  Head  reveal'd, 
Ye  soon  shall  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

202  (846)  886,  88(3. 

Meribah,  134 :  T.P.  134. 

BE  it  my  only  wisdom  here, 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 
With  loving  gratitude  : 
Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 

2  O  may  I  still  from  sin  depart ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  be  given  : 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 

203  (847)  L.  M. 

Missionary  Chant,  23:  T.P.  40.     Refuge,  28:  T.P.  37. 

GOD  is  our  refuge  and  defence ; 
In  trouble  our  unfailing  aid : 
Secure  in  his  omnipotence, 

What  foe  can  make  our  souls  afraid  ? 

2  Yea,  though  the  earth's  foundations  rock, 
And  mountains  down  the  gulf  be  hurl'd, 

His  people  smile  amid  the  shock : 

They  look  beyond  this  transient  world. 

140 


GROWTH  IN  GRACE. 

3  There  is  a  river  pure  and  bright, 

Whose  streams  make  glad  the  heav'nly  plains; 
Where  in  eternity  of  light 
The  city  of  our  God  remains. 

4  Built  by  the  word  of  his  command, 
With  his  unclouded  presence  blest, 

Firm  as  his  throne  the  bulwarks  stand  ; 
There  is  our  home,  our  hope,  our  rest. 


BACKSLIDIXGS   LAMENTED. 


204  (854)  L.  M. 

Ware,  41:  T.P.  32. 

OTHOU,  who  all  things  canst  control, 
Chase  this  dread  slumber  from  my  soul ; 
With  joy  and  fear,  with  love  and  awe, 
Give  me  to  keep  thy  perfect  law. 

2  O  may  one  beam  of  thy  blest  light 
Pierce  through,  dispel,  the  shade  of  night : 
Touch  my  cold  breast  with  heavenly  fire; 
Writh  holy,  conq'ring  zeal  inspire. 

3  For  zeal  I  sigh,  for  zeal  I  pant ; 
Yet  heavy  is  my  soul,  and  faint  : 
With  steps  unwav'ring,  undismay'd, 
Give  me  in  all  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  With  outstretch 'd  hands,  and  streaming  eyes, 
Oft  I  "begin  to  grasp  the  prize  : 

I  groan,  I  strive,  I  watch,  I  pray ; 
But  ah  !  my  zeal  soon  dies  away. 

5  The  deadly  slumber  then  I  feel 
Afresh  upon  my  spirit  steal : 

Rise,  Lord,  stir  up  thy  quick'ning  power, 
And  wake  me  that  I  sleep  no  more. 
141 


BACKSLIDINGS  LAMENTED. 

205  (863)  C.  M. 

Hymn,  73:  T.P.  80.     Dedham,  64:  T.P.  70. 

AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  thee,  my  God — the  living  God, 
My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 

O,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine! 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 
When  thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh ; 

When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blest  than  I. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 
Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 

The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  Saviour,  and  thy  King. 

206  (869)  CM. 

Balerma,  52:  T.P.  89.     Evan,  69  :  T.P.  81. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, — ■ 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy 'd  ! 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  mv  breast. 

142 


BACKSLIDIXGS  LAMENTED. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known. 
What  e'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

207  (870)  CM. 

Dedham,64.:  T.P.  70. 

SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 
O  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 

I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; — 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 
143 


DELIVERANCE   FROM  TROUBLE. 


208  (885)  CM. 

Mear,  77:  T.P.  75.     Gross  and  Crown,  68:  T.P.  74. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  every  groan  : 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 
And  chased  my  grief  away : 

0  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distress'd ; 
He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 

209  (890)  L.  M. 

Rockingham,  81 :  T.P.  18.     Seasons,  84 :  T.P.  15. 

HOW  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round  ! 
Forever  be  thy  Name  adored ; 

1  blush  in  all  things  to  abound ; 
The  servant  is  above  his  Lord. 

2  Inured  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  suff'ring  life  my  Master  led ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  But  lo !  a  place  he  hath  prepared 
For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep; 

Yea,  he  himself  becomes  my  guard; 
He  smooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  sleep. 

4  Jesus  protects ;  my  fears,  begone  : 
What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 

Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, — 
Thine  everlasting  arms  of  love. 

144 


DELIVERANCE  FROM  TROUBLE. 
210  (394)  S.M. 

Golden  Hill,  108:  T.P.  103.     Dennis,  103:  T.P.  102. 

THOU  very-present  aid 
In  suff'ring  and  distress; 
The  mind  which  still  on  thee  is  stay'd, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul  by  faith  reclined 
On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 

'Mid  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 
Whene'er  thy  face  appears; 

It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross ; 
It  sweetly  comforts  me  ; 

Makes  me  forget  my  every  loss, 
And  find  my  all  in  thee. 

5  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 
Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 

What  though  created  streams  are  dry  ? 
I  have  the  fountain  still. 

6  Stripp'd  of  each  earthly  friend, 
I  find  them  all  in  one  : 

And  peace  and  joy  which  never  end, 
And  heaven,  in  Christ,  begun.* 

*  Charles  Wesley  was  frequently  mobbed  for  preaching 
the  Gospel  !  In  the  midst  of  a  mob  (March  16,  1740) 
he  sang  : 

11  Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain  ?  " 

The  above  hvmn  tells  the  source  of  his  strength. 
10  145 


COMMUNION   WITH   GOD. 


211  (900)  S.  M. 

Concord,  102:  T.P.  124.     Lisbon,  113:  T.P.  125. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas ; 
This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers, 

To  carry  us  above. 


3  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  : 

Yea,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  : 

Celestial  Fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow : 
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COMMUNION  WITH   GOD. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  : 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

212  (901)  87,  87,87,87. 

Netileton,  159 :  T.P.  161.     Autumn,  158:  T.P.  160. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it; 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer; 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand 'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !   to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constrain 'd  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  : 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — * 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

*  The  author  was  at  different  times  Calvinist,  Socinian, 
Baptist,  Independent,  Methodist  ;  and,  lastly,  irreligious. 
His  attention  having  been  called  to  this  hymn,  he  said  : 
"  I  would  give  a  thousand  worlds  to  enjoy  the  feelings  I 
then  had." 

117 


COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

213    (902)  CM. 

Stephens,  87:  T.P.  79.     Phuvah,85:  T.P.  100. 

TALK  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove  ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 
All  time,  and  toil,  and  care  : 

Labour  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 
And  bid  my  heart  rejoice; 

My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face  ; — ■ 
'Tis  all  I  wish  to  seek ; 

To'  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
Till  I  thy  glory  see ; 

Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

214(903)  CM. 

Christmas,  58:  T.P.  92.     Marlow,  76:  T.P.  57. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  : — 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 
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COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe; 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conq'ror  through. 

215  (2S1)  87,87,87,87. 
Autumn,  158:  T.P.  160.     Nettleton,  159:  T.P.  161. 

JESUS  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us, 
Cheers  our  famish'd  souls  with  food  ; 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us, 

Of  his  mystic  flesh  and  blood. 
Precious  banquet !  bread  of  heaven  ! 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free  ! 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given, 

In  remembrance,  Lord,  of  thee. 
2  In  thy  holy  incarnation, 

When  the  angels  sang  thy  birth  ; 
In  thy  fasting  and  temptation  ; 

In  thy  labours  on  the  earth  ; 
In  thy  trial  and  rejection  ; 

In  thy  surl'rings  on  the  tree  ; 
In  thy  glorious  resurrection  ; 

May  we,  Lord,  remember  thee. 

216  (906)  CM. 

s&,  65:  T.P.  64.     Emmons,  68:  T.P.  53. 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, — 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
2  I  trust  in  thy  eternal  word  ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  : 
Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 


COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road  ; 

And  march,  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake  !  awake  !  my  tuneful  powers, 
With  this  delightful  song; 

And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long.* 

217  (907)  8  lines  8s. 

Contrast,  165:  T.P.  167.     David,  166:  T.P.  168. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  ; — 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  Name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  ; 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 

While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

*  "Thanksgiving  is  good,  thanksliving  is  better." 
150 


COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

4  My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 

Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky; 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 

Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

218(9  CM, 

Xorthnd'l  80:  T.P.  55.     Lanesboro\  ?A:  T.P.  56. 
TV  FY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
1VA  My  everlasting  All, 

1  Ve  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 
And  this  inferior  clod  ! 

There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There  's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends, 
And  health,  and  safe  abode  : 

Thanks  to  thy  Xame  for  meaner  things ; 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
If  once  compared  to  thee  ; 

Or  what  's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more.* 

*  A  favourite  of  Lee  Claflin.  Esq.,  of  Boston,  who  gave 
away  in  his  life-time  Dearly  a  quarter  of  a  million  dollars. 
151 


COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

219(910)  CM. 

Zerah,  96:  T.P.  95.     Antioch,  48.  T.P.  96. 

O'TIS  delight  without  alloy, 
Jesus,  to  hear  thy  name  : 
My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy ; 
I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 

2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign, 
When  love  inspires  my  breast, — 

Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
The  sov'reign  of  the  rest. 

3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease. 

And  sound  from  every  joyful  string 
Through  all  the  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 
And  hasten  to  my  home ; 

1  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace ; 

I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come. 

5  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hills ; 
Let  sin  and  death  remove ; 

'Tis  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels, 
And  death  must  yield  to  love. 

220  (913)  S.M. 

Haydn,  109:  T.P.  281.     Lisbon,  113:  T.P.  125. 

LORD  !  I  delight  in  thee,* 
And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  nature's  streams  are  dried, 
Thy  fulness  is  the  same ; 

With  this  will  I  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  Name. 

*  "  I  recollect  deeper  feelings  of  mind  in  com- 
posing this  hymn  than  perhaps  T  ever  felt  in  mak~ 
ing  any  other." — R  yland. 
152 


COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

•  3  Who  made  my  heaven  secure, 
Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

4  I  cast  my  care  on  thee  ! 

I  triumph  and  adore  : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 

To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

221    (914)  87,87,  47. 

Haydn's  Hymn,  155:  T.P.  155.     Zion.  157:  T.P.  158. 

OTHOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin  ; 
Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion, 
Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee  : 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour; 
He  hath  brought  salvation  near; 

Manifests  his  pard'ning  favour  ; 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, — 
Glory  to  the  great  I  AM, 

I  with  them  will  still  be  vying, — 
Glory  !  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

4  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceived  amid  the  throng: 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song : 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong! 

153 


COMMUNION  WITH  GOD. 

222   (923)  6  lines  8s. 

Nashville,  121 ':  T.P.  127. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath,* 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  the'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab 'ring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

4  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

*  Among  John  Wesley's  later  words  were,  "  The  best 
of  all  is,  God  is  with  us."  Shortly  afterward  he  at- 
tempted to  repeat  this  favourite  hymn,  but  was  only 
heard  to  utter,  "  I'll  praise — I'll  praise."  Though  the 
words  died  on  his  lips,  no  doubt  the  praise  went  on  in 
the  new  song. 

154 


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223    (925)  880. 

Hope,  133:  T.P.  132.      Ganges,  132:  T.P.  133. 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel  : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up  ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity, 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 
155 


REJOICING  IN  THE 

224   (926)  C.  M. 

Broomsgrove,  54 :  T.P.  85.     Korthfield,  80 :  T.P.  55. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place ; 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  O,  by  faith  I  see ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, — 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 

We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  ante-date  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, — 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, — 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  ! 
And  when  the  vessels  break, 

Let  our  triumphant  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me  ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 

225   (928)  S.  M. 

Baker,  100:  T.P.  115.     Laban,  111:  T.P.  113. 

FAR  from  these  scenes  of  night, 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 
156 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

2  Fair  land  ! — could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

3  No  cloud  those  regions  know, — 
Realms  ever  bright  and  fair; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  O  may  the  prospect  fire 
Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 

Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepared,  by  grace  divine, 
For  thy  bright  courts  on  high, 

Lord,  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

226  (929)  CM. 

Balerma,  52:  T.P.  89.     Tallis,  89:  T.P.  91. 

HAPPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  : 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 

We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads, 
And  thence  our  spirits  rise  ; 

For  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads, 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

157 


REJOICING  IN  THE 

227  (930)  CM. 
Exhortation,  70:  T.P.  68.   The  Lovely  Land ,20 %:  T.P.  276. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flowers  : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

228  (933)  CM. 

Howard,  72:  T.P.  94.     Zerah,  96:  T.P.  95. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise* 
WTithin  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourners  here  below, 
And  pour'd  out  cries  and  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came  : 
They,  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, — 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

*  Doddridge  once  used  this  hymn  after  a  sermon  on 
Heb.  vi,  12,  and  the  people  could  scarcely  sing  because 
of  their  great  emotion. 

158 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod  ; 
His  zeal  inspired  their  breast  ; 

And,  foll'wing  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 
For  his  own  pattern  given  ; 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

229  (935)  76,76,77,76. 

Amsterdam,  174:  T.P.  170.  Beethoven.  If 5 :  T.P.  1U. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings; 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rd  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
.    Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Xor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 

Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 
Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 

Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
There  we  '11  join  the  heavenly  train, 

\Yelcomed  to  partake  the  bliss  ; 
Fly  from  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 

15'J 


REJOICING  IN  THE 

230  (937)  86,886. 

Woodland,  95:  T.P.  59. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, — 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 

When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 
To  brighter  prospects  given ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

231  (942)  CM. 

Emmons,  68:  T.P.  53. 

T  ERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home  ! 
J    Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace  in  thee  ? 

2  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbath  has  no  end  ? 

3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe? 
Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 

I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 
160 


PROSPECT  OF  HEAVEN. 

4  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

5  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 

Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  jovs  shall  see. 

232  (943)  S.  M. 

Epsilon,  105:  T.P.  111.     Dover,  10^:  T.P.  100. 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord! 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent. 
Absent  from  Him  I  roam  ; 

Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  Forever  with  the  Lord ! 
Father,  if  'tis  thy  will, 

The  promise  of  that  faithful  word, 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

4  So  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

5  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
Forever  with  the  Lord  ! 

233  (947)  L.M. 

Missionary  Chant  23 :  T.P.  4<>.     Forest,  13:  T.P.  41. 

LO  !   round  the  throne,  a  glorious  band, 
The  saints  in  countless  myriads  stand  ; 
Of  every  tongue  redeem'd  to  God, 
Array 'd  in  garments  wash'd  in  blood. 
11  161 


REJOICING  IN  THE 

2  Through  tribulation  great  they  came ; 
They  bore  the  cross,  despised  the  shame ; 
But  now  from  all  their  labours  rest, 

In  God's  eternal  glory  blest. 

3  They  see  the  Saviour  face  to  face  ; 
They  sing  the  triumph  of  his  grace ; 
And  day  and  night,  with  ceaseless  praise, 
To  him  their  loud  hosannas  raise. 

4  O,  may  we  tread  the  sacred  road 
That  holy  saints  and  martyrs  trod ; 
Wage  to  the  end  the  glorious  strife, 
And  win,  like  them,  a  crown  of  life. 

234  (956)  C.  M. 

Tamar,  90:  T.P.  101.     Tallis,  89:  T.P.  91. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above,* 
That  have  obtain 'd  the  prize  ; 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 
With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

3  One  family  we  dwell  in  Him, 
One  church  above,  beneath, 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream,  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow ; 

Part  of  his  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  we  expect  to  die. 

*  Thought  by  J.  Wesley  to  be  his  brother's  finest  hymn. 
162 


PROSPECT  OF   HEAVEN. 

6  His  militant  embodied  host, 
With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 

And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 
And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 


MISSIONARY. 


235    (973)  76,76,76,76. 

yaary  Hymn.  17 1 :  T.P.  174. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  ! — O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn 'd  Messiah's  name. 
163 


MISSIONARY. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  : 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

236  (996)  4  lines  In. 

Nuremberg,  146:  T.P.  143.     Dowries,  IJ$:  T.P.  274. 

HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own  ; 
Heathen  tribes  his  Name  adore  ; 

Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease  ; 
Then  be  banish'd  grief  and  pain  ; 

Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturb'd,  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord ; 
Ever  praise  his  glorious  Name  ; 

All  his  mighty  acts  record, — 
All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

237  (999)  L.  M. 
Park  Street,  26 :  T.P.  43.     Duke  Street,  7:  T.P.  42. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
164 


.MISSIONARY. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet  ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head; 
His  Name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  sons:, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  Name. 


\v 


238.(1001)  76,76,76,70. 

Missionary  Hymn.  171:  T.P.  174.      Evjing,  168:  T.P.  177 

7HEX  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign. 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply. 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujahs  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound ! 
165 


SUXDAY-SCHOOLS. 
239  (1007)  C.  M. 

Tamar,  90:  T.P.  101.     Evan,  69:  T.P.  81. 

DELIGHTFUL  work  !  young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim  ; 
And  God  will  well  approve 

When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Redeemer  love. 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutor'd  youth. 

And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 
The  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth. 

q.  Almighty  God.  thine  influence  shed, 

To  aid  this  blest  design  : 
The  honours  of  thy  Name  be  spread, 

And  all  the  glory  thine. 

240  (1012)  C.  M. 

Heber,  71.  T.P.  73.     Zerah,  96:  T.P.  95. 

HOSANNA,  be  the  children's  song, 
To  Christ,  the  children's  King; 
His  praise,  to  whom  our  souls  belong, 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 

2  From  little  ones  to  Jesus  brought, 
Hosanna  now  be  heard ; 

Let  little  infants  now  be  taught 
To  lisp  that  lovely  word. 

3  Hosanna,  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 
And  spread  from  plain  to  plain, 

While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 
166 


SUNDAY-SCHOOL& 

4  Hosanna,  on  the  wings  of  light. 
O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 

Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 
And  heaven  to  earth,  reply. 

5  Hosanna,  then,  our  song  shall  be ; 
Hosanna  to  our  King: 

This  is  the  children's  jubilee; 
Let  all  the  children  sing. 

241   (1014)  76,76,76,76. 

Munich.  IDS:  T.P.  173.      Webb,  172:  T.P.  172. 

WE  bring  no  glittering  treasures, 
Xo  gems  from  earth's  deep  mine; 
We  come,  with  simple  measures, 

To  chant  thy  love  divine. 
Children,  thy  favours  sharing, 

Their  voice  of  thanks  would  raise  ; 
Father,  accept  our  off'ring, 
Our  song  of  grateful  praise. 

3  The  dearest  gift  of  Heaven, 

Love's  written  word  of  truth, 
To  us  is  early  given, 

To  guide  our  steps  in  youth  ; 
We  hear  the  wondrous  story, 

The  tale  of  Calvary  ; 
We  read  of  homes  in  glory, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

3  Redeemer  !  grant  thy  blessing  ! 

O  !  teach  us  how  to  pray, 
That  each,  thy  fear  possessing, 

May  tread  life's  onward  way; 
Then  where  the  pure  are  dwelling 

We  hope  to  meet  again, 
And  sweeter  numbers  swelling, 

Forever  praise  thy  Name. 
167 


SUNDAY- SCHOOLS. 

242  (1016)  c.  M. 

Heber,71:  T.P.  73.     Melody,  78:  T.P.  72. 

THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light, 
Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  clothed  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 
Those  heavenly  voices  raise, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 
If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 

That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run — 
Our  mortal  frame  decay  ; 

Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  die  and  pass  away. 

5  Great  God,  impress  this  serious  thought, 
To-day,  on  every  breast  ; 

That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  dwell  among  the  blest. 


OUR  COUNTRY. 


243  (1029)  C.  M. 

Barby,  53:  T.P.  76.     Mear,  77:  T.P.  15. 

OLORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told, 
In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  perform  *d, 

And  in  more  ancient  years. 
2   'Twas  not  their  courage,  or  their  sword, 

To  them  salvation  gave  ; 
'Twas  not  their  number,  or  their  strength, 
That  did  their  country  save. 
168 


OUR  COUNTRY. 

3  But  thy  right  hand,  thy  powerful  arm, 
Whose  succour  they  implored, — 

Thy  providence  protected  them, 
Who  thy  great  Name  adored. 

4  As  thee  their  God  our  fathers  own'd, 
So  thou  art  still  our  King  ; 

O,  therefore,  as  thou  didst  to  them, 
To  us  deliv'rance  bring. 

5  To  thee  the  glory  we  ascribe, 
From  whom  salvation  came  ; 

In  God,  our  shield,  we  will  rejoice, 
And  ever  bless  thy  Name. 


BENEVOLENT. 


244  (1032)  C.  M. 

Corinth,  GO:  T.P.  99.      Arlington.  49 :  T.P.  98. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 
All-powerful,  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O  !  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
That  generous  pleasure  know, 

Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  When  poor  and  helpless  sons  of  grief 
In  deep  distress  are  laid, 

Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 
When,  throned  above  the  skies, 

And  in  the  Father's  bosom  blest, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 
169 


BENEVOLENT. 

5   On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  bless  a  ruin'd  race  ; 
We  would,  O  Lord,  thy  steps  pursue, 

Thy  bright  example  trace. 


WATCH-NIGHT, 


245  (1052)  8  lines  Vs. 

Benevento,  U9:  T.P.  150.      Watchman,  152:  T.P.  153. 

WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, — 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, — 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 

Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  reign  with  thee  above. 
170 


NEW-YEAR. 


246  (1053)  10,  5,  n. 

me,  let  us  anew,"  180:  T.P.  186. 

COME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the   patience  of  hope,  and   the   labour  of 
love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ;  our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown, — the  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity  's  here. 

3  O  that  each,  in  the  day  of  His  coming,  may 

say, — 
I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finish 'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

do. 
O  that  each   from   his  Lord  may  receive  the 
glad  word, — 
Weil  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne. 

247  (1054)  '  C.  M. 

OrtonviUe,  82:  T.P.  52.     Naomi,  79:  T.P.  60. 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all,  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 

Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord  ; — 
2  Give  up  ourselves,  through  Jesus'  power, 

His  Name  to  glorify  ; 
And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 
171 


NEW-YEAR. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 
Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 
Who  hears  our  solemn  vow  ; 

And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down,  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host, 
The  peaceful  answer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 
Which  takes  our  sins  away  ; 

And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 


BREVITY  AND  UNCERTAINTY  OF  LIFE. 


248  (1059)   '  C.  M. 

Tallis,  89 :  T.P.  91 .     Si  Ann,  86 :  T.P.  90. 
Windsor,  94:  T.P.  84. 

OGOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : — 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Still  may  we  dwell  secure ; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 
172 


BREVITY  AND  UNCERTAINTY  OF  LIFE. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  thy  sight, 
Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away; 

They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 

Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  foil 'wing  years. 

7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 

Be  thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  perpetual  home  ! 

249  (1060)  L.  M. 

Zephyr.  47:  T.P.  36.     Federal  Street  12:  T.P.  16. 

HOW  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  ! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this  ! 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  with 'ring  grass,  the  fading  flower, 

Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

3  But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 
And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 

There  is  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears  : 

If  God  be  ours,  we  're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 
173 


BREVITY  AND  UNCERTAINTY  OF  LIFE. 

250  (1064)  886,  886. 

Ganges,  132:  T.P.  133.     Meribah,  134:  T.P.  134. 

LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land,* 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 
Secure,  insensible  : 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array. 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here — 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  to'  ensure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

*  Written  at  Land's  End,  a  high,  "  narrow  neck  " 
jutting  out  into  the  Atlantic.  "  It  is  a  sublime  con- 
templation ...  of  everlasting  import  to  a  dying 
man,  standing  on  the  lapse  of  a  moment  between 
two  eternities." — MONTGOMERY. 
174 


DEATH  AND  EESURRECTIOX. 


251  (1071)  C.  M. 

Hymn.  73:  T.P.  SO.     Cross  and  Crown,  63:  T.P.  74. 

THY  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 
Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 

While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  I  take  these  little  lambs,  said  he, 
And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 

Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 
But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 

Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 
And  shout,  with  joys  divine, — 

O  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  thine. 

252  (642)  87,87. 

ML  Vernon,  T.P.  166.     Talmar.  162:  T.P.  165. 

JESUS,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 
O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
We  would,  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say, — Thy  will  be  done. 
2  Though  cast  down,  we  're  not  forsaken; 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone  : 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken  ; 
Blessed  Lord, — Thy  will  be  done. 

175 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION. 

3  Though  to-day  we  're  fill'd  with  mourning, 
Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne  ; 

With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
We  can  sing, — Thy  will  be  done. 

4  By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given  ; 
Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own  : 

Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 
Evermore, — Thy  will  be  done. 

253   (1072)  886,886. 

Meribah,  13%:  T.P.  134. 

AND  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
<£*-  And  must  I  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  all  eternity. 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  ? 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day. 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

The'  inexorable  throne  ! 

4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy ; 

But,  O  !  when  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  ? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 

176 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION. 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure ; 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

6  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray; 
Be  thou  my  Guide,  be  thou  my  Way 

To  glorious  happiness. 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart ; 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 


JUDGMENT. 


254(1106)  CM. 

Windsor,  94:  T.P.  84.     Heber,  71;  T.P.  73. 

AND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
<t\.  And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 
Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 

And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live  ; 
With  what  religious  fear ; 

Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here. 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
The  watchful  power  bestow ; 

So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, — 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 
12  177 


JUDGMENT. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ; 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

255  (1H4)  cm. 

Windsor,  94:  T.P.  84.     China,  57:  T.P.  83. 
Naomi,  79:  T.P.  60. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
The'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word, — Depart ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 
Would  so  torment  my  ear, 

T would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What !  to  be  banish 'd  from  my  Lord, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die ; 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  forever  fly  ? — 

5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 
To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love. 

256  (269)  S.M. 

Thatcher,  124:  T.P.  108.     Dover,  104:  T.P.  109. 

CALL'D  from  above,  I  rise, 
And  wash  away  my  sin  ; 
The  stream  to  which  my  spirit  flies, 

Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 
2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  : 
Twas  open'd  by  the  soldier's  spear. 
In  my  Redeemer's  side. 
118 


CLOSING    HYMffS. 


257  (H26)  87,87,47. 

Greenville,  154:  T.P.  156.     Sicily,  156:  T.P.  157. 

COME,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit; 
Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed; 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit ; 
Raise  the  weak, — the  hungry  feed ; 

From  the  Gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need., 

2  O  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  thy  word's  design'd  to  give; 

Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive, 

And  forever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

258(1127)  87,87,47. 

Sicily,  156:  T.P.  157.      Greenville,  15 4:  T.P.  156. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 
179 


CLOSING    HYMNS. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


D0X0L0GIES. 


259  (1130)  L.M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

260  (H31)  C.  M. 

HX)  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
-L    Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 
Eternal  glory  be. 

261  (H33)  S.  M. 

TO  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  forever  be. 
180 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

262  6s&4s. 

Bethany.  182:  T.P.  238. 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee  : 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross, 

That  raiseth  me. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Day-light  all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  : 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I  'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  up  to  heaven  : 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I  '11  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 
181 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5   Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee.* 

263  l.m. 

Melcorribe,  20:  T.P.  9,     Hamburg,  15:  T.P.  6. 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot ; 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !   I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt; 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !   I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am, — poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  : 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown, 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

*  Of  the  author,  Sarah  F.  Adams,  it  is  said,  "  Almost 
her  last  breath  passed  away  in  unconscious  song.'" 
182 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

264  c.  p.  M. 

Ariel,  131:  T.P.  131. 

0  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
O  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 

1  'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne: 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  O,  the  delightful  day  will  come, 

When  Christ,  my  Lord,  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

265  7s&6s. 

Joy,  169:  T.P.  176.      Webb,  172:  T.P.  172. 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load  ; 

1  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus; 
All  fulness  dwells  in  him  ; 

He  heals  all  my  diseases, 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
]  83 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares; 

He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 
This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 

His  right  hand  me  embraces, 
I  on  his  breast  recline. 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 
Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord ; 

Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild ; 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father's  holy  child  : 

I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 
Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 

To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 
To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

266  8s&7s. 

Talmar,162:  T.P.  165. 

IN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me ; 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 
184 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

267  cm.  p. 

Meribah,lS4:  T.P.  134. 

WHEN  thou,my  righteous  Judge, shalt  come, 
To  take  thy  ransom 'd  people  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
"What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place 

In  this  th'  accepted  day; 
Thy  pard'ning  voice  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Xor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring, 

With  shouts  of  sov'reign  grace. 

268  cm. 

Cross  and  Crown,  63:  T.P.  74. 
'UST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 
]  ^5 


M< 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here; 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear, 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, — 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Thou  canst  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine : 
Thou  wilt  victorious  prove  ; 

For  everlasting  strength  is  thine, 
And  everlasting  love. 

269  8s&7s. 

Harwell,  161:  T.P.  163. 

HARK,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  their  note  of  praise  above ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love. 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 

Lord  of  life  !  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth. 

When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord  !  we  own  it  love  divine. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

3  Saviour!  hasten  thine  appearing ; 
Bring, — O  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away; 
186 


MISCELLANEOl 

Then  with  golden  harps  we  '11  sing — 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Amen. 

270  8s&7s. 

Grant  160:  T.P.  162. 

JESUS.  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I  Ve  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 

how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 

And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ; 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favour  loss  is  gain. 
[  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father  ; 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, — 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  i 
181 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

O,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
O,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  immix'd  with  thee. 
5   Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

271  cm. 

Emmons,  68:  T.P.  53.     Ortonville,  82:  T.P.  52. 

THOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
I  love  to  hear  of  thee ; 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  O,  may  I  ever  hear  thy  voice 
In  mercy  to  me  speak ; 

In  thee,  my  Priest,  will  I  rejoice, 
And  thy  salvation  seek. 

3  While  Jesus  shall  be  still  my  theme — 
While  on  this  earth  I  stay — 

I  '11  sing  my  Jesus'  lovely  name 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  all  his  favoured  throng, 

Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  my  song. 

272  Vs. 

Dowries,  11$;  T.P.  274. 

GLORY  to  the  Father  give, 
God,  in  whom  we  move  and  live ; 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear; 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

188 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 
Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
Children  !  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
Be  this  day  a  Pentecost ; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, — 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  Trinity, 
For  the  gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  "  God  is  love." 

273  7s&6s. 

Webb,  172:  T.P.  172. 

THE  morning  light  is  breaking, 
The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 
In  many  a  gentle  shower; 

And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going 

Abundant  answer  brings ; 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

A  thousand  hearts  ascending 
In  gratitude  above ; 
180 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim — "  The  Lord  is  come." 

274 

The  Saints'  Home:  T.P.  239. 

I  HAVE  started  for  Canaan,  must  I  leave  you 
behind  ? 
Will  you  not  go  up  with  me  ?  come,  make  up 

your  mind  : 
The  land  lies  before  us,  'tis  pleasant  to  view ; 
Its  fruits  are  abundant,  they  are  offered  for  you. 
Chorus. 
Come,  come,  friends,  friends,  come  ; 
I  've  started  for  Canaan,  O,  will  you  not 
come  ? 

2  What  can  tempt  you  to  linger,  or  turn  from 

the  way? 
The  fields  are  all  blooming,  as  blooming  as 

May: 
The  music  is  charming,  the  harmony  pure  ; 
The  joys  there  are  lasting,  they  ever  endure. 

Chorus — Come,  come,  friends,  etc. 

3  You  have  friends  in  that  country,  most  dear 

to  your  heart ; 
Do  you  not  wish  to  meet  them,  where  friends 
never  part  ? 

190 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then  start  in  a  moment,  no  longer  delay  ; 
While  you  stop  to  consider,  the  night  ends  the 
day. 

Chorus — Come,  come,  friends,  etc. 

4  Tis  the  last  call  of  mercy,  O  turn,  lest  vou 
die! 

Give  your  heart  to  the  Saviour,  to-day  he  is 
nigh  : 

While  his  arms  are  extended,  while  his  chil- 
dren all  pray, 

Will  you  not  join  our  number?  come,  join  us 
to-day. 

Chorus — Come,  come,  friends,  etc. 

275  87,87. 

T.P.219. 

SHALL  we  gather  at  the  river 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod ; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 

Chorus. 
Yes,  we  '11  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river; 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 

That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day. 
Chorus — Shall  we  gather,  etc. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river 
Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 

Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver. 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 
Chorus — Shall  we  gather,  etc. 

191 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 
Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 

Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 
Chorus — Shall  we  gather,  etc. 

5  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river, 
Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. 

Chorus — Shall  we  gather,  etc. 

276  l.m. 

T.P.  220. 

SWEET  hour  of  prayer!  sweet  hour  of 
prayer ! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet   hour   of  prayer !    sweet   hour   of 

prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless; 
And  since  He  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I  '11  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

3  Sweet   hour    of   prayer !    sweet   hour   of 

prayer ! 
May  I  thy  consolation  share, 
Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight. 
192 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

This  robe  of  flesh  I  '11  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 

277  8s&7s. 

Talmar,  162:  T.P.  165.     Truth,  163:  T.P.  291. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in'blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 
Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I  '11  bathe ; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  Here  in  tender,  grateful  sorrow 
With  my  Saviour  will  I  stay ; 

Here  new  hope  and  strength  will  borrow, 
Here  will  love  my  fears  away. 

278  6s&4s. 

Oak,  183:  T.P.  234. 

I'M  but  a  stranger  here, 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand ; 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland, — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 

13  103 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Time  's  cold  and  wint'ry  blast 
Soon  will  be  over-past ; 
I  shall  be  home  at  last, — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There  at  rny  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home; 
I  shall  be  glorified, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best, 
There  too  I  soon  shall  rest, — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 


279  8s&7s. 

T.P.271. 

MY  life  flows  on  in  endless  song ; 
Above  earth's  lamentation, 

1  catch  the  sweet  though  far-off  hymn 
That  hails  a  new  creation. 

Through  all  the  tumult  and  the  strife, 

I  hear  the  music  ringing; 
It  finds  an  echo  in  my  soul — 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

2  What  though  my  joys  and  comforts  die  ? 
The  Lord,  my  Saviour,  liveth ; 

What  though  the  darkness  gather  round  ? 

Songs  in  the  night  he  giveth. 
No  storm  can  shake  my  inmost  calm, 

While  to  that  refuge  clinging ; 
Since  Christ  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes — the  cloud  grows  thin — 
I  see  the  blue  above  it ; 

And  day  by  day  this  pathway  smooths 
Since  first  I  learn 'd  to  love  it. 
194 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  peace  of  Christ  makes  fresh  my  heart, 

A  fountain  ever  springing; 
All  things  are  mine  since  I  am  his — 

How  can  I  keep  from  singing  ? 

280  6s&4s. 

T.P.  267.      Oak,  183:  T.P.  234. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  : 
O  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King ; 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring 
For  evermore. 

2  Come  to  this  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  ? 

Why  still  delay  ? 
O,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest  evermore. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand 

Love  cannot  die. 
O,  then,  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And,  bright  above  the  sun, 

Reign  evermore. 

281  5s&7s. 

.  T.P.  242. 

THERE  is  beauty  all  around, 
When  there's  love  at  home; 
There  is  joy  in  every  sound, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 
195 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Peace  and  plenty  here  abide, 
Smiling  sweet  on  every  side ; 
Time  doth  softly,  sweetly  glide, 
When  there's  love  at  home. 

2  In  the  cottage  there  is  joy, 
When  there's  love  at  home  ; 

Hate  and  envy  ne'er  annoy, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Roses  blossom  'neath  our  feet, 
All  the  earth's  a  garden  sweet, 
Making  life  a  bliss  complete, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 

3  Kindly  heaven  smiles  above, 
When  there's  love  at  home  ; 

All  the  earth  is  fill'd  with  love, 

When  there's  love  at  home. 
Sweeter  sings  the  brooklet  by, 
Brighter  beams  the  azure  sky, 
O  !  there's  One  who  smiles  on  high 

When  there's  love  at  home! 

4  Jesus,  show  thy  mercy  mine — 
Then  there's  love  at  home  ; 

Sweetly  whisper  I  am  thine — 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 
Source  of  love,  thy  cheering  light 
Far  exceeds  the  sun  so  bright — 
Can  dispel  the  gloom  of  night ; 

Then  there's  love  at  home. 

282  ss&7s. 

Autumn,  158:  T.P.  160. 

CHILDREN,  do  you  love  each  other.' 
Are  you  always  kind  and  true? 
Do  you  always  do  to  others 

As  you'd  have  them  do  to  you  ? 

196 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Are  you  gentle  to  each  other  ? 
Are  you  careful,  day  by  day, 

Xot  to  give  offence  by  actions, 
Or  by  any  thing  you  say  ? 

3  Little  children,  love  each  other; 
Never  give  another  pain  ; 

If  your  brother  speak  in  anger, 
Answer  not  in  wrath  again. 

4  Be  not  selfish  to  each  other; 
Never  spoil  another's  rest ; 

Strive  to  make  each  other  happy, 
And  you  will  yourselves  be  blest. 

283  h  &  6s. 

Webb.  173:  T.P.  172. 

HOW  precious  is  the  story 
Of  our  Redeemer's  birth, 
Who  left  the  realms  of  glory, 

And  came  to  dwell  on  earth  : 
He  saw  our  sad  condition, 

Our  guilt,  and  sin,  and  shame; 
To  save  us  from  perdition 
The  blessed  Jesus  came. 

2  He  came  to  earth  from  heaven, 
To  weep,  and  bleed,  and  die, 

That  we  might  be  forgiven, 
And  raised  to  God  on  high  : 

His  kindness  and  compassion 
To  children  then  were  shown; 

The  heirs  of  his  salvation, 
He  claim 'd  them  for  his  own. 

3  O  may  I  love  this  Saviour, 
So  good,  so  kind,  so  mild ; 

And  may  I  find  his  favour, 
A  voung,  though  sinful  child; 
197 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  in  his  blessed  heaven 

May  I  at  last  appear, 
With  all  my  sins  forgiven, 

To  know  and  praise  him  there. 

284  7* 

PleyeVs  Hymn,  tyl ':  T.P.  144. 

HOLY  BIBLE  !  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine  ! 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am ; 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine  to  show  a  Father's  love ; 
Mine  to  guide  my  doubtful  feet ; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit; 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress ; 
Mine  to  cheer,  sustain,  and  bless ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ; 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come ; 
Mine  to  lead  the  spirit  home  : 
O  thou  precious  book  divine, 
Holy  Bible,  thou  art  mine  ! 

285  s.M. 

Thatcher,  12^:  T.P.  108.     Gabriel,  107:  T.P.  28 1. 

SWEET  is  the  time  of  spring, 
When  nature's  charms  appear; 
The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing, 
And  hail  the  opening  year ; 

2  But  sweeter  far  the  spring 
Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 

When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 
Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 

3  Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 
When  light  just  streaks  the  sky; 

When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away, 
And  morning  beams  are  nigh  : 
198 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 
Of  piety  in  youth, 

When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn 
Before  the  light  of  truth. 

5  Sweet  is  the  early  dew 
Which  gilds  the  mountain  tops, 

And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  we  view 
With  pearly,  glittering  drops  : 

6  But  sweeter  far  the  scene, 
On  Zion's  holy  hill, 

When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen 
Its  freshness  to  distil 

286  4s&6s. 

America,  181:  T.P.  187. 

MY  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  sing : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died ; 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride ; 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring. 

2  My  native  country !  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song! 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break — 

The  sound  prolong] 
199 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Our  fathers'  God  !  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 

287  cm. 

Zerah,  96:  T.P.  95.     Mear,  77:  T.P.  75. 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  the  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ?  * 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
In  honour  of  thy  name  ? 

And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the'  immortal  flame? 

5  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 
But  O,  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

288  ns. 

Portuguese  Hymn,  190 :  T.P.  192. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
To  you  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have  fled? 

*  M  The  touch-stone  of  Christian  experience,  profes- 
sion and  practice." — Montgomery. 
200 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale  or  abounding  in  wealth, 

At  home  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
"As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be." 

3  u  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ;  [go, 
For  I  will  be-  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I  '11  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake." 

289 

T.P.  203. 


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Come  to  Jesus  just  now  ; 
Just  now  come  to  Jesus,  Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 


He  will  save  you. 
O,  believe  him. 

He  is  able.  io 

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He'll  receive  you.  12 

7   Call  upon  him.  13 

290 


8  He  will  hear  you. 

9  Look  unto  him. 
He  '11  forgive  you. 
He  will  cleanse  you. 
Jesus  loves  you. 
Onlv  trust  him. 


T.P. 273. 


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AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
^  Thousands  of  children  stand; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 
Singing,  Glory,  glory,  g;lorv  be  to  God  on  high. 
201  ' 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 
See  every  one  array 'd  ; 

Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade, 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  etc. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above — 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love? 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  etc. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood 
To  wash  away  their  sin  : 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood 
Behold  them  white  and  clean, 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  etc. 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name ; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  glory,  etc. 

291 

T.R  208. 


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I  HEAR  the  Saviour  say, 
Thy  strength  indeed  is  small ; 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray ; 
Find  in  me  thine  all  in  all. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all : 

All  to  him  I  owe ; 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain ; 
He  wash'd  it  white  as  snow. 
202 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  O  Lord,  at  last  I  find 

Thy  power,  and  thine  alone, 
Can  change  this  heart  of  mine, 
And  make  it  all  thine  own. 

Chorus — Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

3  Then  down  beneath  the  cross 
I  lay  my  sin-sick  soul ; 

Nothing  I  bring  but  dross, 

Thy  grace  must  make  me  whole. 
Chorus — Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

4  I  now  in  Christ  abide — 
In  him  is  perfect  rest ; 

Close  shelter'd  in  his  side, 
I  am  divinely  blest. 

Chorus — Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

5  When  at  my  post  I  fall, 

My  ransom'd  soul  shall  rise; 
And  "  Jesus  paid  it  all," 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 

Chorus — Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 

6  And  when,  in  heaven  above, 
At  Jesus'  feet  I  fall, 

My  song  shall  ever  be — 
Jesus  hath  paid  it  all. 

Chorus — Jesus  paid  it  all,  etc. 


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ITHIXK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  took  little  children  as  lambs  to  his  fold, 
I  would  like  to  have  been  with  him  then. 
203 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on 

my  head, 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me; 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  as  he 

said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 

And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above, — 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to  prepare 
For  all  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven  : 

And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, — 
u  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

293 

T.P.  205. 


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O'er  the  hills  of  fadeless  green  ; 
And  the  living  waters  laving 

Shores  where  heavenly  forms  are  seen. 

Chorus. 
Rocks  and  storms  I  '11  fear  no  more 
When  on  that  eternal  shore; 
Drop  the  anchor  !   furl  the  sail ! 
I  am  safe  within  the  vail. 
204 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Onward,  bark!  the  cape  I  'm  rounding; 
See.  the  blessed  wave  their  hands ; 

Hear  the  harps  of  God  resounding 
From  the  bright  immortal  bands. 

Chorus — Rocks  and  storms,  etc. 

3  There,  let  go  the  anchor,  riding 
On  this  calm  and  silv'ry  bay; 

Seaward  fast  the  tide  is  gliding — ■ 
Shores  in  sunlight  stretch  away. 
Chorus — Rocks  and  storms,  etc. 

4  Xow  we  're  safe  from  all  temptation, 
All  the  storms  of  life  are  past ; 

Praise  the  Rock  of  our  Salvation, 
We  are  safe  at  home  at  last ! 

Chorus — Rocks  and  storms,  etc. 

294 


T.P.  25^ 


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DEAR  JESUS,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole  ; 
I  want  thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul ; 
Break  down  every  idol,  cast  out  every  foe  ; 
Xow  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Chorus. 
Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow  ; 
Xow  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 
2   Dear  Jesus,  come  down  from  thy  throne  in 

the  skies, 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacrifice  ; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow, 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Dear  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  thy  crucified  feet ; 
By  faith,  for  my  cleansing  I  see  thy  blood 

flow — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 
Chorus — Whiter  than  snow,  etc. 

4  The  blessing,  by  faith  I  receive  from  above  ; 
O  glory !  my  soul  is  made  perfect  in  love ; 
My  prayer  has  prevail'd,  and  this  moment  I 

know, 
The  blood  is  applied, — I  am  whiter  than  snow. 
Chorus — Whiter  than  snow,  etc. 


295 


T.P.  275. 


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O  PRAISE  the  Lord,  he  loves  to  hear  you 
singing! 
In  sweet  accord  loud  let  his  praise  be  ringing. 
O  praise  the  Lord !  O  praise  the  Lord  ! 

2  We  're  heard  afar,  in  God's  most  holy  dwell- 
ing ! 
So  loud  and  clear  our  voices  now  are  swelling ! 
We  're  heard  afar !  We  're  heard  afar ! 


3  Our  voices  raise,  with  joy  and  gladness  sing- 

And  cheerful  praise,  O  let  us  all  be  bringing ! 
Our  voices  raise  !   Our  voices  raise  ! 
206 


296 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


T.P.  270. 


FROM  the  far  blue  heaven, 
Where  the  angels  dwell, 
God  looks  down  on  children, 
Whom  he  loves  so  well. 

2  He  will  hear  their  praying, 
Either  day  or  night ; 

And,  with  gentle  kindness, 
Guide  their  steps  aright. 

3  He  will,  like  a  father, 
Give  them  daily  bread  ; 

To  the  end  will  keep  them, 
Safe  from  fear  and  dread. 

4  All  ye  little  children, 
Hear  the  truth  we  tell : 

God  will  ne'er  forget  you, 
For  he  loves  you  well. 

297 

T.P.  272. 

THERE  'S  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  may  see  it  afar, 
For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 
Chorus. 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 
We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 
We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore 

The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more — 

Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 

Chorus — In  the  sweet  by  and  by,  etc. 
207 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above 
We  will  offer  the  tribute  of  praise 

For  the  glorious  gift  of  his  love, 

And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days. 
Chorus — In  the  sweet  by  and  by,  etc. 

298 

T.P.  204.  P.  P.,  by  per. 


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I  WILL  sing  for  Jesus; 
With  his  blood  he  bought  me ; 
And  all  along  my  pilgrim  way 
His  loving  hand  has  brought  me. 

Chorus. 
O  !  help  me  sing  for  Jesus, 

Help  me  tell  the  story 
Of  Him  who  did  redeem  us, 

The  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 

2  Can  there  overtake  me 
Any  dark  disaster, 

While  I  sing  for  Jesus, 

My  blessed,  blessed  Master? 
Chorus — O  !  help  me  sing,  etc. 

3  I  will  sing  for  Jesus ! 

His  name  alone  prevailing, 
Shall  be  my  sweetest  music 

When  heart  and  flesh  are  failing. 
Chorus — O  !  help  me  sing,  etc. 

4  Still  I  '11  sing  for  Jesus  ! 
O  !  how  will  I  adore  him 

Among  the  cloud  of  witnesses 

Who  cast  their  crowns  before  him. 
Chorus— O  !  help  me  sing,  etc. 

203 


299 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

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And  gaze  on  the  ocean  of  love  ; 
And  over  its  waves  to  my  spirit 

Comes  peace,  like  a  heavenly  dove. 

Chorus. 
The  cross  now  covers  my  sins ; 

The  past  is  under  the  blood; 
I'm  trusting  in  Jesus  for  all; 

My  will  is  the  will  of  my  God. 

2  I  struggled  and  wrestled  to  win  it, 
The  blessing  that  setteth  me  free  ; 

But  when  I  had  ceased  from  my  struggles, 
His  peace  Jesus  gave  unto  me. 

Chorus — The  cross  now  covers,  etc. 

3  He  laid  his  hand  on  me  and  heal'd  me, 
And  bade  me  be  every  whit  whole  ; 

I  touch'd  but  the  hem  of  his  garment, 
And  glory  came  thrilling  my  soul. 
Chorus — The  cross  now  covers,  etc. 

4  The  Prince  of  my  peace  is  now  passing; 
The  light  of  his  face  is  on  me; 

"Now  listen,  beloved  " — he  sayeth — 
"  My  peace  I  will  give  unto  thee." 
Chorus — The  cross  now  covers,  etc. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

300 


T.P.  201.  w.  G.  F.,  by  per. 


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ILOVE  to  tell  the  story 
Of  unseen  things  above  ; 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glory, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love  : 

1  love  to  tell  the  story, 
Because  I  know  'tis  true ; 

It  satisfies  my  longings, 
As  nothing  else  can  do. 

Chorus. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, — 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 
More  wonderful  it  seems 

Than  all  the  golden  fancies 
Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story : 
It  did  so  much  for  me  ! 

And  that  is  just  the  reason 
I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

Chorus — I  love  to  tell,  etc, 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story ; 
'Tis  pleasant,  to  repeat 

What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it. 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story; 

For  some  have  never  heard 

The  message  of  salvation 
From  God's  own  holy  word. 
Chorus — I  love  to  telU  etc 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  Xew  Soxg, 
'Twill  be  the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long  ! 
Chorus — I  love  to  tell,  etc. 


T.P.  226.  P.  P.,  by  per. 


I  WILL  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land, 
The  far  away  home  of  the  soul, 
Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering 

strand 
While  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 

2  O,  that  home  of  the  soul  in  my  visions  and 

dreams, 
Its  bright  jasper  walls  I  can  see, 
Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  vail  intervenes 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3  That  unchangeable  home  is  for  you  and  for 

me, 
Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands; 
The  King  of  all  kingdoms  forever  is  he, 
And  he  holdeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

4  O   how   sweet   will   it   be   in   that   beautiful 

land, 
So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain  ; 
With  songs  on  our  lips  and  with  harps  in  our 
hands, 
To  meet  one  another  again. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

302 

T.P.  230. 


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WE  'RE  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above  ; 
Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
'   Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God ; 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road  ; 
Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 

2  We  're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb  ; 
Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 

In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name ; 

Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conq'ror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we  '11  share ; 

Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 

3  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain ; 
Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 

Repent,  believe,  be  born  again ; 

Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see  ; 

Will  you  go  ?     Will  you  go  ? 

4  O,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 
I  will  go  !     I  will  go  ! 

I  '11  start  this  moment — clear  the  way ; 
Let  me  go  !     Let  me  go  ! 

*  This  hymn  was  once  printed  as  a  tract.     A  soldier 
picked  it  up,  and  wrote  on  it,  "  By  the  grace  of  God  I 
will  try  to  go." — John  Waugh,  Co.  G,  ioth  Reg. 
212 


MISCELLANEOU 

My  old  companions,  fare  you  well ; 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell ! 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell ; 
Let  me  go  !  Let  me  go  ! 

303 

T.P.  210. 


,     i  |   !     I     I     M   ! 


IX  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest; 
There  my  Saviour  's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfil  my  soul's  request. 

Chorus. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you — 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 

But  in  that  celestial  centre 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
Chorus — There  is  rest,  etc. 

3  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquish'd, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 

Shout  for  gladness,  O  ye  ransom'd  ! 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 
Chorus — There  is  rest,  etc. 

4  Sing,  O  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory  ; 
Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go  ; 

Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 
Chorus — There  is  rest,  etc. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

304 

T.P.  226. 
u   \  LMOST  persuaded  " — now  to  believe  ; 
jl\-  "Almost  persuaded  " — Christ  to  receive. 
Seems  now  some  soul  to  say, 
"  Go,  Spirit,  go  thy  way, 
Some  more  convenient  day 
On  thee  I  '11  call." 

2  "  Almost  persuaded  " — come,  come,  to-day  ; 
"  Almost  persuaded  " — turn  not  away  ; 

Jesus  invites  you  here, 
Angels  are  ling'ring  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear  : 
O,  wand'rer,  come  ! 

3  "  Almost  persuaded  " — th'  harvest  is  past ! 

"  Almost  persuaded  " — th'  doom  comes  at  last! 
"  Almost  "  cannot  avail ; 
"  Almost  "  is  but  to  fail ; 
Sad,  sad,  that  bitter  wail — 
"  Almost — but  lost !  " 

4  "  Almost  persuaded  " — tempt  not  this  doom  ; 
"Almost  persuaded  " — yet  there  is  room; 

Now  the  new  life  begin, 

Mercy  is  more  than  sin, 

Jesus  will  bear  thee  in, 

Quite  into  heaven. 

[Last  verse  by  Dr.  Punshon.] 


305 


T.P.  212. 


-I--H 1-- 


JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
"Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home." 
214 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go  ; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 

2  Friends  fondly  cherish 'd  have  pass'd   on 

before, 

Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the 
shore ; 

Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chill- 
ing gloom, 

"  Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home." 

Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear ; 

Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  !  . 

Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome  ! 

"Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home." 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me 

low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  thy  blow; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  : 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  I  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banish'd,  his  sceptre  be  gone  : 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

306  T.P.233.  W.  G.  F.,  by  per. 


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I  AM  coming  to  the  cross; 
I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind  ; 
I  am  counting  all  but  dross  ; 
I  shall  full  salvation  find. 

Chorus. 
I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee, 

Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  thy  cross  I  bow ; 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 
215 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sigh'd  for  thee  ; 
Long  has  evil  dwelt  within ; 

Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 
I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. 
Chorus — I  am  trusting,  etc. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee, — 
Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store ; 

Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 
Wholly  thine  for  evermore. 
Chorus — I  am  trusting,  etc. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust ; 
Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied ; 

I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust ; 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 
Chorus— I  am  trusting,  etc. 

5  Jesus  comes  !  he  fills  my  soul ! 
Perfected  in  love  I  am  : 

1  am  every  whit  made  whole ; 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
Chorus — I  am  trusting,  etc. 

307 

T.P.  213. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly  : 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

Chorus. 
For  O  !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear,  - 
Our  distant  home  discerning; 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

Chorus — For  O  !  we  stand,  etc. 

216 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 
We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 
Chorus — For  O  !  we  stand,  etc. 


4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempests  blow, 
Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever  ; 

Our  King  says  come,  and  there's  our  home, 
Forever  !  O  !  forever  ! 

Chorus — For  O  !  we  stand,  etc. 


308 


T.P.  266. 


J.  H.  S.,  by  per. 

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THE  great  Physician  now  is  near, 
The  sympathizing  Jesus; 
He  speaks,  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer; 
O  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 

Chorus. 
Sweetest  note  in  seraph  song, 

Sweetest  name  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, — 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus. 

2  Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

O  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  : 
Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 

And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. 
Chorus — Sweetest  note,  etc. 

217 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
I  now  believe  in  Jesus  : 

I  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  name, 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus. 
Chorus — Sweetest  note,  etc. 

4  And  when  to  that  bright  world  above 
We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 

We  '11  sing  around  the  throne  of  love 
The  name,  the  name  of  Jesus. 
Chorus — Sweetest  note,  etc. 


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THE    cross  !    the  cross  !    the   blood-stain'd 
cross  ! 
The  hallow'd  cross  I  see  ! 
Reminding  me  .of  precious  blood 
That  once  was  shed  for  me. 

Chorus. 
O  the  blood,  the  precious  blood  ! 

That  Jesus  shed  for  me, 
Upon  the  cross,  in  crimson  flood, 

Just  now  by  faith  I  see. 

2   A  thousand  thousand  fountains  spring 

Up  from  the  throne  of  God  ; 
But  none  to  me  such  blessings  bring 

As  Jesus'  precious  blood 
Chorus — O  the  blood,  etc. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  That  priceless  blood  my  ransom  paid, 
While  I  in  bondage  stood; 

On  Jesus  all  my  sins  were  laid, 

He  saved  me  with  his  blood. 

Chorus — O  the  blood,  etc. 

4  By  faith  that  blood  now  sweeps  away 
.  My  sins,  as  like  a  flood  ; 

Nor  lets  one  guilty  blemish  stay  : 
All  praise  to  Jesus'  blood. 
Chorus — 6  the  blood,  etc. 

5  This  wond'rous  theme  will  best  employ 
My  harp  before  my  God, 

And  make  all  heaven  resound  with  joy 
For  Jesus'  cleansing  blood. 
Chorus — O  the  blood,  etc. 

310 

T.P.  273.  By  per. 


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ONE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er; 

1  'm  nearer  my  home  to-day 

Than  I  have  been  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 
Where  the  blest  mansions  be  ; 

I  'm  nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea  : 

3  Nearer  the  bound  where  we 
Must  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 

And  nearer  the  time  to  leave 
The  cross,  and  wear  the  crown. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  Father,  perfect  my  truth, 
That  I  may  rest,  in  death, 

On  Christ,  my  Lord,  alone, 
And  thus  resign  my  breath. 


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T.P.  214.  0.  8.  H.,  by  per. 


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OUT  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 
We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound  ; 
Toss'd  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide, 
We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we  've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode ; 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestow'd, 
We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

We  're  homeward  bound  ; 
Look  !  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 

We  're  homeward  bound. 
Steady,  O  pilot !  stand  firm  at  the  wheel ; 
Steady,  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale ; 
O,  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud-creaking  sail, 

We  're  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 

We  're  home  at  last; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We  're  home  at  last. 
Glory  to  God !  all  cur  dangers  are  o'er.; 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore. 
Glory  to  God !  we  will  shout  evermore, 

We  're  home  at  last. 
220 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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GOD  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost, 
And  ruin'd  by  the  fall ; 
Salvation  full,  at  highest  cost, 
He  offers  free  to  all. 

Chorus. 
O,  'twas  love,  'twas  wondrous  love  ! 

The  love  of  God  to  me  ; 
It  brought  my  Saviour  from  above 

To  die  on  Calvary. 

2  E'en  now  by  faith  I  claim  him  mine, 
The  risen  Son  of  God ; 

Redemption  by  his  death  I  find, 
And  cleansing  through  his  blood. 
Chorus — O,  'twas  love,  etc. 

3  Love  brings  the  glorious  fulness  in, 
And  to  his  saints  makes  known 

The  blessed  rest  from  inbred  sin, 
Through  faith  in  Christ  alone. 
Chorus — O,  'twas  love,  etc. 

4  Believing  souls,  rejoicing  go  ; 
There  shall  to  you  be  given 

A  glorious  foretaste  here  below 
Of  endless  life  in  heaven. 
Chorus — O,  'twas  love>  etc. 

221 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5   Of  vict'ry  now  o'er  Satan's  power 
Let  all  the  ransom 'd  sing: 

And  triumph  in  the  dying  hour, 

Through  Christ  the  Lord,  our  King. 
Chorus — O,  'twas  love,  etc. 

313 

T.P.  251. 


I  WILL  follow  thee,  my  Saviour, 
Wheresoe'r  my  lot  may  be  ; 
Where  thou  goest  I  will  follow  ; 
Yes,  my  Lord,  I  '11  follow  thee. 

Chorus. 

I  will  follow  thee,  my  Saviour ; 

Thou  didst  shed  thy  blood  for  me ; 
And  though  all  men  should  forsake  thee, 

By  thy  grace  I  '11  follow  thee. 

2  Though  I  meet  with  tribulations,     . 
Sorely  tempted  though  I  be, 

I  remember  thou  was  tempted, 
And  rejoice  to  follow  thee. 
Chorus — I  will  follow,  etc. 

3  Though  thou  lead'st  me  through  affliction, 
Poor,  forsaken,  though  I  be, 

Thou  wast  destitute,  afflicted, 
And  I  only  follow  thee. 
Chorus — I  will  follow,  etc. 

4  Though  to  Jordan's  rolling  billows, 
Cold  and  deep,  thou  leadest  me, 

Thou  hast  cross'd  its  waves  before  me, 
And  I  still  will  follow  thee. 
Chorus — I  will  follow,  etc. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

314 

T.P.  257. 


I  HEAR  thy  welcome  voice  - 
That  calls  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
For  cleansing  in  thy  precious  blood 
That  flow'd  on  Calvary. 

Chorus. 

I  am  coming.  Lord  ! 

Coming  now  to  thee  ! 
Wash  me,  cleanse  me  in  the  blood 

That  flow'd  on  Calvary. 

2  Though  coming  weak  and  vile, 
Thou  dost  my  strength  assure  ; 

Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 
Till  spotless  all  and  pure. 
Chorus — I  am  coming,  etc. 

3  'Tis  Jesus  calls  me  on 

To  perfect  faith  and  love  ; 
To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  trust, 
For  earth  and  heaven  above. 
Chorus — 1  am  coming,  etc. 

4  'Tis  Jesus  who  confirms 
The  blessed  work  within, 

By  adding  grace  to  welcomed  grace, 

Where  reign'd  the  power  of  sin. 

Chorus — I  am  coming,  etc. 

5  And  he  the  witness  gives 
To  loyal  hearts  and  free, 

That  every  promise  is  fulfill'd, 
If  faith  but  brings  the  plea. 
CHORUS — I  am  coming,  etc. 
223 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  All  hail !  atoning  blood  ! 

All  hail !   redeeming  grace  ! 
All  hail !  the  gift  of  Christ  our  Lord, 

Our  Strength  and  Righteousness. 
Chorus — I  am  coming,  etc. 


315 


T  P.  220.  By  per. 


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N  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide ; 
It  may  not  be  my  way, 
It  may  not  be  thy  way  ; 
And  yet,  in  His  own  way, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

At  some  time  or  other  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide ; 

It  may  not  be  my  time, 
It  may  not  be  thy  time ; 
And  yet,  in  his  own  time, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

Despond,  then,  no  longer;    the   Lord  will 
provide ; 

And  this  be  the  token — 
No  word  he  hath  spoken 
Was  ever  yet  broken, — 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

March  on,  then,  right  boldly;  the  sea  shall 
divide; 

The  pathway  made  glorious, 
With  shoutings  victorious 
We  '11  join  in  the  chorus, 
"The  Lord  will  provide." 
224 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
316  T.P.  250. 


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ONE  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
One  less  of  life  for  me  ! 
But  heaven  is  nearer, 
And  Christ  is  dearer, 
Than  yesterday  to  me; 
His  love  and  light 
Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 

Chorus — One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
One  less  of  life  for  me  ! 

2  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus : 

How  glorious  is  my  King ! 

'Tis  joy,  not  duty, 

To  speak  his  beauty  ; 
My  soul  mounts  on  the  wing 

At  the  mere  thought 

How  Christ  my  life  has  bought. 
Chorus — One  more,  etc. 

3  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus; 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 

To  tell  the  story, 

To  show  the  glory, 
Where  Christ's  flock  enter  in ! 

How  it  did  shine 

In  this  poor  heart  of  mine ! 
Chorus — One  more,  etc. 

4  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus : 

O,  yes,  a  weary  day  ! 

But  heaven  shines  clearer, 

And  rest  comes  nearer, 
At  each  step  of  the  way ; 

And  Christ  in  all — 

Before  his  face  I  fall. 

Chorus — One  more,  etc. 

15  225 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

O,  blessed  work  for  Jesus! 

O,  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

There  toil  seems  pleasure, 
My  wants  are  treasure, 

And  pain  for  Him  is  sweet, 
Lord,  if  I  may, 
I'll  serve  another  day ! 
Chorus — One  more,  etc. 

317  T.P.  256.    B.  &  M.,  by  per. 

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MORE  love  to  thee,  O  Christ! 
More  love  to  thee ; 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee : 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee. 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 
Sought  peace  and  rest ; 

Now  thee  alone  I  seek — 

Give  what  is  best ; 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee,  etc. 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 
Send  grief  and  pain ; 

Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me — 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee,  etc. 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 
Whisper  thy  praise  ; 

This  be  the  parting  cry 
My  heart  shall  raise; 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  thee,  etc. 

226 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


318  T.P.  274.  B.AMnbvper. 


JESUS,  keep  me  near  the  cross ; 
There  a  precious  fountain, 
Free  to  all,  a  healing  stream, 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 

Chorus. 
In  the  cross,  In  the  cross, 

Be  my  glory  ever ; 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 
Rest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Near  the  cross,  a  trembling  soul, 
Love  and  mercy  found  me  ; 

There  the  bright  and  morning  star 
Shed  its  beams  around  me. 
Chorus — In  the  cross,  etc. 

3  Near  the  cross !  O,  Lamb  of  God, 
Bring  its  scenes  before  me  ; 

Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day 
With  its  shadows  o'er  me. 
Chorus — In  the  cross,  etc. 

4  Near  the  cross  I  '11  watch  and  wait, 
Hoping,  trusting  ever, 

Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand 
Just  beyond  the  river. 

Chorus — In  the  cross,  etc. 


TEMPERANCE. 
319  L.  M. 

Hebron,  16:  T.P.  30. 

GREAT  God,  whose  hand  outpours  the  rills 
And  springs  that  burst  from  all  the  hills, 
At  whose  command  the  rock  was  riven, 
Who  send'st  on  all  thy  rain  from  heaven, 
'227 


TEMPERANCE. 

2  We  bless  thee  for  the  crystal  draught 
By  sinless  man  in  Eden  quaff'd ; 

Type  of  that  fount  whose  streams  above 
Flood  endless  worlds  with  life  and  love  ! 

3  If  there  the  drunkard  may  not  dwell, 
But  woes  crowd  thick  his  path  to  hell, 
O  !  come  and  aid  us,  Lord,  to  save 
Their  souls  from  death  beyond  the  grave ! 

4  Help  us  to  heed  thy  word  divine, 
And  look  not  on  the  crimson  wine ; 
To  fear  and  flee  the  accursed  thing 
As  serpent's  bite  or  adder's  sting. 

320  s.M. 

Boylston,101:  T.P.  105. 

MOURN  for  the  thousands  slain, 
The  youthful  and  the  strong ; 
Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fearful  reign 
O'er  the  deluded  throng. 

2  Mourn  for  the  ruin'd  soul — 
Eternal  life  and  light 

Lost  by  the  fiery,  madd'ning  bowl, 
And  turn'd  to  hopeless  night. 

3  Mourn  for  the  lost — but  call, 
Call  to  the  strong,  the  free ; 

Rouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall, 
And  to  the  refuge  flee. 

4  Mourn  for  the  lost — but  pray, 
Pray  to  our  God  above 

To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 
And  show  his  saving  love. 
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To  the  first  disciples  came  ; 
Glory  new  and  treasure-  ample. 

Mighty  gifts  and  tongues  of  flame. 
Day  to  happy  souls  commended, 

When  the  Holy  Ghost  was  given  ; 
"When  the  Comforter  descended, 

Bringing  down  the  joy  of  heaven. 

2  Hath  the  Holy  Ghost  been  holclen 

By  those  ancient  saints  alone? 
Only  may  the  ages  golden 

Call  the  Comforter  their  own? 
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Oh,  what  a  foretaste  of  glory  divine  ! 
Heir  of  salvation,  purchased  of  God, 
Born  of  His  Spirit,  washed  in  His  blood. 
Cho. — This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song, 

Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long; 
This  is  my  "story,  this  is  my  song, 
Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long. 

2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight, 
Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my  sight, 
Angels  descending,  bring  from  above, 
Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love. — Cho 

3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 

I  in  my  Saviour  am  happy  and  blest, 

"Watching  and  waiting,  looking  above. 

Filled  with  His  goodness,  lost  in  His  lore.— Cho. 

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324  1  J  shall  not  loant:  in  deserts  wild 

Thou  spread'st  Thy  table  for  Thy  child; 
"While  grace  in  streams  for  thirsting  souls, 
Through  earth  and  heaven  forever  rolls. 

2  I  shall  not  want :  my  darkest  night 
Thy  loving  smile  shall  till  with  light, 
While  promises  around  me  bloom. 
And  cheer  me  with  divine  perfume. 

3  I  shall  not  want:  Thy  righteousness 
My  soul  shall  elotlie  with  glorious  dress. 
My  blood- washed  robe  shall  be  more  fair 
Than  garments  kings  or  angels  wear. 

4  I  shall  not  want :  whate'er  is  good 
Of  daily  bread  or  angel's  food 
Shall  to  my  Father's  child  be  sure 
So  long  as  earth  and  heaven  endure. 


THE  LORD  OF  LIFE. 

325    1  Sun  of  our  Life  !  Thy  wakening  ray 

Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day; 

Star  of  our  hope!  Thy  softened  light 

Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

2  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn; 
Our  rainbow's  arch  Thy  mercy  s  sign; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine. 

3  Lord  of  nil  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love; 
Before  Thy  ever  blazing  throne 
We  have  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

4  Giant  us  Thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  Thee, 
Till  all  Thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

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THE  CLEANSING   WAVE. 

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The  fountain  deep  and  wide  ; 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  mighty  to  save 
Points  to  His  wounded  side. 

Cho. — The  cleansing  stream  I  see,  I  see  ! 
I  plunge,  and  oh,  it  cleanseth  me; 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord,  it  cleanseth  me! 
It  cleanseth  me,  yes,  cleauseth  nie ! 

2  I  see  the  new  creation  rise, 

I  hear  the  speaking  blood : 
It  speaks!  polluted  nature  dies! 

Sinks  !  'neath  the  cleansing  tlood. — Cho. 

3  I  rise  to  walk  in  heaven's  own  light, 

Above  the  world  and  sin, 
With  heart  made  pure,  and  garments  white, 
And  Christ  enthron'd  within. — Cho. 

4  Amazing  grace  !  'tis  heaven  below 

To  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 

And  Jesus,  only  Jesus  know. 

My  Jesus  crucified. — Cho. 

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327  1  Jesus  is  king!  sing,  gladly  sing 

The  praise  of  Him  who  rules  in  earth  and  sky! 

Let  the  refrain  once  and  again 
Go  up  from  our  hearts  to  His  throne  on  high ! 

"  He  is  worthy !  He  is  worthy !" 
With  the  holy  angels  cry  !   . 
Cho. — Jesus  is  king!  sing,  gladly  sing 
The  praise  of  Him  who  rules  in  earth  and  sky ! 

Let  the  refrain  once  and  again 
Go  up  from  our  hearts  to  His  throne  on  high ! 

2  He  rules  in  love, — who  would  not  prove 
The  wonders  of  His  loving  tenderness  '. 

When  none  could  save,  himself  lie  gave 
To  rescue  the  lost  from  their  deep  distress. 

He  is  able,  He  is  able 
All  who  trust  in  Him  to  bless. — Cho. 

3  Let  us  with  joy  our  hands  employ 

In  serving  Him  who  saves  us  by  His  might, 

Meekly  fulfill  His  holy  will, 
And  each  win  a  crown  and  a  robe  of  white  I 

He  has  promised.  He  has  promised; 
We  shall  reign  with  Him  iu  light.— Cho. 
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1  Hark,  hark,  the  voice  !   '  Let  there  be  light." 
The  sons  of  God.  with  infinite  delight, 
Sbout  in  their  joy.     At  dawn  of  time, 

Hear  morning  stars  singing  their  choral  chime. 
'Praise  the  Lord  our  great  Creator 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore  ' 
Repeat  first  four  lines. 

2  nark,  hark,  the  sons!  "  Good  will,  to  men." 
The  angels  shout  their  songs  o'er  earth  again. 
Sing  joyful  earth  :  Thy  Lord  Lath  come. 

Let  songs  from  the  earth  and  the  heaven  be  one. 
"Praise  the  Lord  the  great  Redeemer 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore.  "—Rep. 

3  Hark,  hark,  the  shout!  converts  hegin 

To  praise  the  Lord  who  pardons  all  their  sin. 

"  Hear,  all  the  world,  what  Christ  hath  done. 

He  over  my  sins  perfect  vict'ry  Avon. 
Praise  the  Lord  my  great  salvation 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore.  " — Rep. 

4  nark,  hark,  the  sound  !  saints  come  to  death. 
They  shout  of  grace,  free  grace  with  caving  1  rcath. 
"Heath  has  no  sting.     Christ  quenched  its  pain, 

O  victory,  victory!  death  is  gain. 
Praise  the  Lord  my  life  eternal. 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore." — Rep. 

5  Hark,  hark,  from  heaven!  Lond  as  the  voice 
Of  mighty  seas  when  winds  and  waves  rejoice, 
Nations  and  tongues  of  every  clime 

Sing  praise  to  their  King  in  their  shouts  sublime. 
•'Praise  the  Lord  our  blessed  Saviour. 
Praise  him,  praise  him  evermore.  " — Rep. 


329  Halerma.  52.  T.  P.  89. 

1  See,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 

With *all  engaging  charms; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their1  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

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I  WOULD  BE  THINE. 


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33'0     1  I  would  bo.  Thine  ;  O  take  my  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  Thy  love; 
Thy  sacred  image,  Lord,  impart, 
And  seal  it  from  above. 

Cho. — Xow,  Saviour,  hear  me, 

Make  me  thus  thine  own, 

Hold  my  hand  dear  Saviour 

And  then  I'll  never  roam. 

2  I  would  be  Thine;  but  while  I  strive 

To  give  myself  away, 
I  feel  rebellion  still  alive, 
And  wander  while  I  pray. — Cho. 

3  I  would  be  Thine  ;  but,  Lord,  I  feel 

Evil  still  lurks  within: — 
Do  Thou  Thy  majesty  reveal, 
And  overcome  iuy  sin. — Cho. 

4  I  would  be  Thine;  I  would  embrace 

The  Saviour,  and  adore  ; 
Inspire  with  faith,  infuse  Thy  grace, 
And  now  my  soul  restore. — Cho. 

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331    1  As  the  dewy  shades  of  even 
Gather  o'er  the  balmy  air  ; 
Listen,  O  Thou  God  of  heaven, 
Listen  to  our  humble  prayer. 

2  May  the  Spirit  near  us  hover, 

Free  our  thoughts  from  aught  defiled  ; 
And  with  wings  of  mercy  cover 
Every  erring,  helpless  child. 

3  God  of  Heaven!  oh,  guard  and  guide  me, 

Save  my  soul  from  dark  despair; 
In  Thy  great  compassion  hide  me  ; 
Take  me,  Father,  to  Thy  care. 


Protection.     Talmar,  102,  T.  P.,  165. 

332  1  There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 
Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea; 
There's  a  kindness  in  His  justice 
Which  is  more  than  liberty. 

2  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measure  of  man's  mind; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

3  Pining  souls !  come  nearer  Jesus  ; 

Come,  but  come  not  doubting  thus. 
Come  with  faith  that  trusts  more  freely 
His  great  tenderness  for  us. 

4  If  our  love  were  but  more  simple 

We  should  take  Him  at  His  word ; 
And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 
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JESUS  SAVES. 

Music  by  Mus.  Joseph  F.  Knapp,  by  per. 

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333  1  Many  at  the  cross  are  kneeling, 

Jesus,  Jesus  saves, 
By  His  boundless  love  revealing, 
Jesus,  Jesus  saves. 

Cho. — Hallelujah,  light  is  beaming, 
Hallelujah,  blood  is  streaming, 

Hallelujah,  Jesus  saves, 
Hallelujah,  Jesus  saves, 

2  All  the  lost  and  all  the  lonely, 

Jesus,  Jesus  saves, 
O  come  now  believing  only, 
Jesus,  Jesus  saves. — Cho. 

3  Hearts  are  at  this  moment  proving, 

Jesus,  Jesus  saves, 
Every  sinful  stain  removing, 
Jesus,  Jesus  saves. — Cho. 

4  Come  with  tears  your  sin  confessing 

Jesus,  Jesus  saves. 
Seek  and  find  the  choicest  blessing, 
,   Jesus,  Jesus  saves. — Cho. 

5  Hallelujah,  saints  are  singing, 

Jesus.  Jesus  saves. 
Heaven  with  joyous  song  is  ringing, 
Jesus,  Jesus  saves. — Cho. 

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MELODIES. 


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SAVIOUR,  THY  GENTLE  VOICE 

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1  Saviour  !  Thy  gentle  voice  gladly  we  hear; 
Author  of  all  our  joys  ever  he  near; 

Our  souls  would  cling  to  Thee, 
Let  us  Thy  fullness  see,  our  life  to  cheer. 

2  Fountain  of  life  divine!  Thee  we  adore; 
\Ye  would  be  wholly  Thine  fore veruiore; 

Freely  forgive  our  sin, 
Graut  heavenly  peace  within,  Thy  light  restore. 

3  Though  to  our  faith  unseen,  while  darkness  reigns, 
On  Thee  alone  we  lean  while  life  remains; 

By  Thy  free  grace  restored, 
Our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord  in  joyful  strains. 

COPYRIGHT    1875,   BY   E.    TOURJEE. 

LOVING  JESUS.     (Sentence.) 

Music  by  Mrs.  Joseph  F.  Knapp,  by  per. 
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1335  1  Loving  Jesus, gentle  Lamb, In  Thy  gracious  hands  T  am; 
Make  me  Saviour  what  Thou  art.  Live  Thyself  within  my  heart. 
2  I  shall  then  show  forth  Thy  praise:Serve  thee  all  my  happy  clays; 

Then  the  world  shall  always  see  Christ  the  holy  child  in  me. 

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CHRIST  AT  THE  DOOR.     L  M. 

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336    1  Beli old  a  Stranger  at  the  door! 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before, 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude !  He  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands. 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  He,  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes. 

3  Admit  Him  ere  His  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return; 
Admit  Him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  His  door  rejected  stand. 


YENI  CREATOR  SPIRITTJS. 

337    1  Come  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire; 
Thou  the  Anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 

2  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life  and  fire  of  love; 
Enable  with  perpetual  light. 

The  dullness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

3  Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace; 
Keep  far  our  foes  !  give  peace  at  home! 
Where  Thou  art  Guide  no  ill  can  come. 

4  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  Both,  to  be  but  One  ; 
That  through  the  ages  all  along 
Thy  praise  may  be  our  endless  song. 

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338    1  My  body  soul  and  spirit, 
Jesus' I  give  to  Thee, 
A  consecrated  off'ring, 
Thine  ever  more  to  be. 

Cno.— My  all  is  on  the  Altar, 

I'm  waiting  for  the  fire, 

Waiting,  waiting,  waiting, 

I'm  waiting  for  the  fire. 

2  O  Jesus,  mighty  Saviour, 

I  trust  in  Thy  great  name, 
I  look  for  Thy  salvation, 

Thy  promise  now. I  claim.     Cho. 

3  O  let  the  fire  descending 

Just  now  upon  my  soul. 
Consume  my  humble  offering, 
And  cleanse  and  make  me  whole.   Cho. 

4  I'm  Thine,  O  blessed  Jesus. 

Washed  by  Thy  precious  blood, 
Now  seal  me  by  Thy  Spirit 
A  sacrifice  to  God.     Cho. 

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339    1  Come.  Thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  Thy  people  free; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  iu  Thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation. 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver: 

Born  a  Child  and  yet  a  King  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone: 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit 

Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 


GOD  IS  LOVE. 

340    1  G-od  is  love;  His  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove; 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  wot-  He  light 
God  is  wisdom.  God  is  love. 
2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 
Man  decays,  and  ,  _    - 
But  His  mercy  waneth  :. 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 
'A  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
Will  His  changeless  _ 
From  tin-  gloom  His  brightness  Btreamcth; 
.  s  wisdom,  God  is  love 
4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above  : 
Everywhere  His  glory  shin- 
God  is  wisdom.  God  is  love. 

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NEARER  THE  CROSS. 

Music  by  Mrs.  Joseph  F.  Knapp,  by  per. 

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341   1  Nearer  the  cross  my  heart  can  say, 
I'm  coming  nearer, 
Nearer  the  cross  from  day  to  clay, 

I'm  coming  nearer ; 
Nearer  the  cross  where  Jesus  died, 
Nearer  the  fountain's  crimson  tide, 
Nearer  my  Saviour's  wounded  side, 
|| :  I'm  coming  nearer.  :|| 

2  Nearer  the  Christian's  mercy  seat, 

I'm  coming  nearer, 
Feasting  my  soul  on  manna  sweet, 

I'm  coming  nearer; 
Stronger  in  faith  more  clear  I  see 
Jesus  who  gave1,  himself  for  me, 
Nearer  to  Him  I  still  would  be, 
|| :  Still  coming  nearer.  :|| 

3  Nearer  in  prayer  my  hope  aspires, 

I'm  coining  nearer, 
Deeper  the  love  my  soul  desires, 

I'm  coming  nearer; 
Nearer  the  end  of  toil  and  care, 
Nearer  the  joy  I  long  to  share, 
Nearer  the  crown  I  soon  shall  wear, 
||:I'm  coming  nearer.  :j| 

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"'TIS  I!   BE  NOT  AFRAID." 

Words  by  El:v.  John  Parker.        Music  by  Wm.  G.  Fischer. 


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342  1  Fear  not  the  gloom  of  the  midnight, 
Dread  not  the  storm  of  the  sea ; 
'Tis  I.  who  am  coining  to  save  thee, 
"lis  I!  art  thou  trusting  in  Me? 
Cho.— Trusting  in  Thee,  yes,  trusting  in  Thee: 
I'll  doubt  Thee  no  more,  my  Redeemer. 
Yes.  trusting  in  Thee,  yes.  trusting  in  Thee, 
111  ever  be  trusting  iii  Thee. 
2  Heed  not  the  wrath  of  the  tempter, 
My  presence  thy  shelter  shall  be; 
'Tis  I,  who  am  keeping  thy  spirit. 

'Tie  II  art  thou  trusting  in  Mc  !—Cho. 
Fear  not  the  chill  of  the  valley. 

For  death  but  a  shadow  shall  be; 
My  red  and  my  staff  shall  snpporl  thee, 
'Tis  I!  keep  on  trusting  in  Me  }.  —  Cko- 
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343     1  Say,  is  your  lamp  burning  !  0  Christian, 
I  pray  you  look  quickly  and  see, 
For  if  it  were  burning,  then  surely 
|| :  Some  beams  would  fall  brightly  on  me.  :||  Cho. 

2  Remember  how  many  around  you 

Will  follow  wherever  you  go ; 
The  thought  that  they  walked  in  a  shadow 
|| :  Would  make  your  lamp  brighter  I  know. :  |]  Cho. 

3  If  onee  all  the  lamps  that  are  lighted 

Should  steadily  blaze  in  a  line, 
Wide  over  the  land  and  the  ocean 
||:  A  girdle  of  glory  would  shine.  :||  Cho. 

4  How  all  the  dark  places  would  brighten  ! 

The  mists  would  roll  up  and  away  ! 
The  earth  would  laugh  out  in  her  gladness 
II :  To  hail  the  millennial  day ! :  1  Cho. 

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344  7s,  6s. 

Webb,  112:  T.P.  172.     Joy,  109:  T.P.  170. 
\TORK,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  morning  hours ; 
Work,  for  the  dew  is  sparkling, 
"Work,  'mid  springing  flowVs  : 

Work,  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 
Work  through  the  sunny  noon  ; 

Fill  brightest  hours  with  labour, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon; 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming. 
Under  the  sunset  skies; 

While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  the  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

315  C.  M. 

Arlington.  40 :  T.P.  98. 

TESTJS,  the  very  thought  of  thee 
"    With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 
Nor  can  the  mem'ry  find 

A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  I 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 
O  joy  of  all  the  meek : 

To  those  who  fall  how  kind  thou  art : 
How  good  to  those  who  seek. 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find?    Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show: 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus!  our  only  joy  be  thou, 
As  thou  our  prize  will  be  ; 

Jesus!  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 
259 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

346  C.  M. 

Marlow,76:  T.P.  57. 
T  ORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
-Li  Whether  I  die  or  live ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 
That  I  may  long  obey ; 

If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
Than  he  went  through  before ; 

No  one  into  his  kingdom  comes, 
But  through  his  open'd  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 
Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 

For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be  I 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 
And  weary,  sinful  days, 

And  join  with  all  triumphant  saints 
Who  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 

But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him. 

347  8s,  7s. 

Talmar,162:  T.P.  165. 
T  ISTEN  to  the  gentle  promptings 
-^  Of  the  Spirit's  warning  voice. 
Will  ye  heed  his  solemn  warnings? 

Can  ye  slight  his  wondrous  love  ? 
2  Sweetly  calling  on  the  erring, 

Pardon  's  offer' d  without  price ; 
Come,  and  round  the  altar  kneeling, 

O  receive  the  offer'd  grace. 

348  C.  M. 

Mear,  77:  T.P.  75.     Hymn,  78:  T.P.  80. 
TESUS,  theso  eyes  have  never  seen 
"  That  radiant  form  of  thine ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 
Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me ; 

And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  1  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought 
When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 

Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravish'd  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 
Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 

I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord,  and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 
260 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  "When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart. 
The  rending  veil  shall  thee  reveal 

All-glorious  as  thou  art. 

349  7s,  6s. 

Webo,172:  T.P.  172.     Joy,  169 :  T.P.  176. 

STAND  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 
Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 
It  must  not  suffer  loss  : 
From  vict'ry  unto  vict*ry 

His  army'  shall  be  led. 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquish'd, 
And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up !— stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
The  trumpet  call  obey ; 

Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict 

In  this  his  glorious  day : 
Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him 

Against  unnumberd  foes; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up  !— stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 

This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally ! 

350 

I  Need  Thee  Every  Hour,  T.P.  258. 

T  NEED  thee  every  hour,  Most  gracious  Lord  ; 
•*-  No  tender  voice  like  thine  Can  peace  afford. 
Ref.— I  need  ihee,  O  !  I  need  thee ;  Every  hour  I  need  thee ; 
O  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour !    I  come  to  thee. 

2  I  need  thee  every  hour ;  Stay  thou  near  by ; 
Temptations  lose  their  power  When  thou  art  nigh. — lief. 

3  I  need  thee  every  hour,  In  joy  or  pain; 
Come  quickly  and  abide,  Or  life  is  vain. — Ref. 

4  I  need  thee  every  hour ;  Teach  me  thy  will ; 
And  thy  rich  promises  In  me  fulfil. — Ref. 

5  I  need  thee  every  hour,  Most  Holy  One ; 

O  make  me  thine  indeed,  Thou  blessed  Son. — Ref. 

351  8s,  7s. 

MountVernon,  T.P.  166.     Talmar,  102:  T.P.  165. 

Q  AVIOUR,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding, 
^  "With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 
"While  the  lambs  "thv  bosom  share ; 
261 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving. 
Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm ; 

There,  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving, 
Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey ; 

Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 
Keep  them  all  life's  dang'rous  way. 

4  Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal, 
Let  them  find  a  resting  place, 

Teed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  from  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

352  C.  M. 

Antioch,48:  T.  P.  96. 
TOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come ! 
"   Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Let  men  their  songs  employ : 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
Eepeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

353  8s,  7s. 

Mount  Vernon,  T.P.  196. 
/~\NE  sweet  flower  has  droop'd  and  faded, 
^  One  sweet  infant's  voice  has  lied ; 
One  fair  brow  the  grave  has  shaded, 
One  sweet  darling  now  is  dead. 

2  It  is  now  where  harps  are  ringing 
Through  the  heavenly  courts  above ; 

And  its  silvery  voice  is  singing, 
With  glad  spirits,  hymns  of  love. 

3  It  is  gone  to  heaven  before  us, 
But  it  turns  and  waves  its  hand ; 

Pointing  to  the  glories  o'er  us, 
In  that  happy  spirit-land. 

354  L.  M. 

"I'm  Going  Home,"  T.P.  230. 

"Jl/TY  heav'nly  home  is  bright  and  fair; 
-*-'-*-  Nor  pain  nor  death  can  enter  there : 
Its  glitt'ring  towers  the  sun  outshine ; 
That  heav'nly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 
Oho. — I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I'm  going  home,  to  die  no  more. 
262 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

9  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky; 
"When  from  this  earthly  prison  free. 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. —  Cho. 

3  While  here  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam ; 
And  though,  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heav'nly  mansion  is  secure. — Cho. 

4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow ; 
Be  mine  a  happier  lot,  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. — Cho. 

5  Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine ; 
All  nature  sink,  and  cease  to  be : 

That  heavenly  mansion  stands  forme. — Cho. 

355  S.  M. 

Stafford.  T.P.  122.     Lisbon,  113 :  T.P.  125. 

r\  WHAT  delight  is  this, 
^  Which  now  in  Christ  we  know, — 
An  earnest  of  our  glorious  bliss, 
Our  heaven  begun  below ! 

2  When  He  the  table  spreads, 
How  royal  is  the  cheer ; 

With  rapture  we  lift  up  our  heads, 
And  own  that  God  is  here. 

3  The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Who  died  to  die  no  more. 

Let  all  the  ransom'd  sons  of  men, 
With  all  his  hosts,  adore. 

4  Let  earth  and  heaven  be  join'd, 
His  glories  to  display, 

And  hymn  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
In  one  eternal  day. 

356  C.  M . 

Exhortation,  5 10  :  T.P.  63.    Cambridge,  56 :  T.P.  66. 
'T'HE  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads, 
•*-  And  blessings  crown  the  board ; 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford". 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
And  endless  life  are  given. 

Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 
Were  fed  and  feasted  here  : 

And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

4  All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 
Nor  weak  excuses  "frame  ; 

Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast 
And  ble'ss  the  Founder's  name. 
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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Hymn 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have G.  Wesley  163 

Ah !  whither  should  I  go G.  Wesley  108 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts    42 

All  glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  our  Lord.  ...  (7.  Wesley     60 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name Perronet    50 

All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord C.  Wesley  177 

u  Almost  persuaded  " — now  to  believe.  ...P.P.  Bliss  304 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts  182 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die G.  Wesley  253 

And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain G.  Wesley  129 

And  can  I  yet  delay G.  Wesley  124 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high Steele  134 

A.nd  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just Steele     34 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought G.  Wesley  254 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise G.  Wesley  136 

Arise,  my  soul,  on  wings  sublime.  .  . . .  Ch.  Psalmody  193 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 290 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams. .  Tate  &  Brady  205 

As  the  dewy  shades  of  even 331 

Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word G.  Wesley  126 

Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  cry G.  Wesley  110 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song Hammond      2 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake G.  Wesley     64 

Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve. . .  .Doddridge  199 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne Watts  9 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here G.  Wesley  202 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door Gregg  336 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind S.  Wesley,  Sen.  38 

Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine Fanny  Grosby  323 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds Fawcett  178 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow G.  Wesley  82 

Call'd  from  above,  I  rise G.  Wesley  256 

Children,  do  you  love  each  other 282 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King Oennick  200 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  inspire  our  songs  .  .  .Pratt's  Col.  33 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire C.  Wesley  172 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire A.D.  1662  337 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove Watts  57 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast   Jones  107 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue.  . . .  C.  Wesley  246 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs Watts  3 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above C.  Wesley  234 

Come,  let  us  tune  our  loftiest  song West  4 

Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine 0.  Wesley  247 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare Newton  159 

Come,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays Blacklock  26 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress C.  Wesley  223 

Come,  0  thou  all-victorious  Lord 0.  Wesley  91 

Come,  0  thou  Traveller  unknown C.  Wesley  170 

Come,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above J.  Wesley  147 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast C.  Wesley  100 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad Watts  8 

Come,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints Steele  22 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing Robinson  212 

Come,  thou  long  expected  Jesus C.  Wesley  339 

Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit Jay  257 

Come  to  Jesus 289 

Come,  weary  sinners,  come C.  Wesley  106 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy Hart  96 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  Watts  211 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs /  Wesley  189 

Day  divine,  when  in  the  temple T.H.  Gill  321 

Dear  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole.  J".  Nicholson  294 

Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win Straphan  239 

Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be C.  Wesley  116 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep Beddome  112 

Do  I  not  love  thee,  O  my  Lord Doddridge  287 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now Judhin  51 

Enthroned  on  high,  Almighty  Lord Haweis  58 

Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode Watts  14 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone . . .  Watts  67 

Far  from  these  scenes  of  night Steele  225 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines Watts  29 

Father,  I  dare  believe C.  Wesley  121 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee C.  Wesley  117 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace Doddridge  244 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

Fear  not  the  gloom  of  the  midnight J.  Parker  342 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 0.  Wesley  150 

Forever  with  the  Lord Montgomery  232 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies Watts       7 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard Cunningham     39 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows Stowell  157 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains Heber  235 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high Haiveis  102 

From  the  far  blue  heaven 296 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise Watts  228 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken Newton  63 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night Ken  169 

Glory  to  the  Father  give 272 

God  is  in  this  and  every  place C.  Wesley  87 

God  is  love ;  His  mercy  brightens Bowring  340 

God  is  my  strong  salvation Montgomery  184 

God  is  our  refuge  and  defence Montgomery  203 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost. Mrs.  M.  Stockton  312 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way Cowper  186 

God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power C.  Wesley  188 

Grace !  'tis  a  charming  sound Doddridge  73 

Gracious  Spirit — love  divine Stocker  56 

Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings Watts  13 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim Watts  137 

Great  God,  whose  hand  outpours  the  rills. .  G.L.  Taylor  319 

Great  Spirit,  by  whose  mighty  power Haweis  55 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah W.  Williams  198 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus Bakewell     53 

Hail,  to  the  Lord's  anointed .Montgomery     32 

Hail,  to  the  Sabbath-day Bulfinch     68 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace  -    . . . .  C.  Wesley     80 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  join'd C.  Wesley  226 

Hark,  hark,  the  voice !  "  Let  there  be  light " 328 

Hark  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices Kelley  269 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  1  the  Saviour  comes .  Doddridge     31 

Hark !  the  notes  of  angels  singing Kelly       5 

Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy Francis     40 

Hark !  what  mean  those  holy  voices Cawood     30 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time Lyte  236 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise T.  Scott     92 

He  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies Watts    43 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh. . . .  J.  Wesley  103 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine J.  B.  284 

Hosanna,  be  the  children's  song Montgomery  240 

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Hymn 

How  can  a  sinner  know C.  Wesley  133 

How  do  thy  mercies  close  me  round. . .  .                   ry  2>>9 
H<  >w  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saint?  of  the  Lord .  K 
How  great  the  wisdom,  power,  and  grace.  .23 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace C. 

How  helpless  nature  lies Steele  86 

How  precious  is  the  story 283 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ....  Watts  89 

How  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel's  sound.  .  .  .Bowring  7k2 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds Newton  79 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours Newton  217 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies Pratt'*  Col.  2-49 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross W.  M.  M'Donald  306 

I  have  started  for  Canaan 274 

I  hear  the  Saviour  say Mrs.  E.  M.  Hall  291 

I  hear  thy  welcome  voice Rev.  I.  II.  314 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.  And C.  Wesley  139 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus Bonar  265 

I  love  the  Lord:  he  heard  my  cries Watts  2' '8 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord Dwight  66 

I  love  to  tell  the  story Kate  Hankey  300 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath Watts  222 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here   

I  need  thee  every  hour Mrs.  Hawks  350 

In  hope  against  all  human  hope G.  Wesley  123 

In  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  wili.J//v  M.A.  Cook  315 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory J.Y.  Harmer  303 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory Bowring  266 

In  thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling Kelly  21 

I  shall  not  want:  in  deserts  wild C.  F.  Deems  324 

I  stand,  all  bewildered  with  wonder..  .  .  W.  F.  Grafts  299 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old. Mrs. Luke  292 

I  thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God J.  Wesley  153 

I  want  a  principle  within G.  Wesley  1G6 

I  will  follow  thee,  my  Saviour 313 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus* Mrs.  E.  H.  Go 

1  will  sing  you  a  song  of  that Mrs.  E.  II.  Grates  301 

I  would  be  thine:  O  take  my  heart.    ...  .Heed's  Col.  330 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home D.Dick- 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be ■  I 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live C. 

Jesus.  I  my  cross  have  taken L 

Jesus  is  King!  sing,  gladly  sing G.  D.  Mtichel  327 

Jesus  keep  me  near  the  cross Fanny  Crosby  318 

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Hymn 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye G.  Wesley  113 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul G.  Wesley  114 

Jesus,  ray  Advocate  above G.  Wesley  47 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone Cennick  1 30 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun Watts  237 

Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us ,R.  Hart  215 

Jesus,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way C.  Wesley  161 

Jesus,  the  Lord  of  glory,  died Unknown  48 

Jesus,  the  Name  high  over  all G  Wesley  62 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen Ray  Palmer  348 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  rest  thou  art Toplady  141 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee.  ...St.  Bernardo/  C.  345 

Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love C.  Wesley  154 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness.  .Tr.  by  J.  Wesley  49 

Jesus,  thy  far-extended  fame G.  Wesley,    88 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace G.  Wesley  176 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee G.  Wesley  17 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding.  .Maternal  H  B.  252 

Join  all  the  glorious  names Watts  52 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move W.  Hunter  305 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come Watts  352 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea Miss  G.  Elliott  263 

Land  ahead,  its  fruits  are  waving E.  Adams  293 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree G.  Wesley     84 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend Watts     83 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak Watts    28 

Let  Him  to  whom  we  now  belong C.  Wesley  152 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue Newton  192 

Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above ...  (7.  Wesley  179 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling G.  Wesley  109 

Listen  to  the  gentle  promptings 347 

Lo  I  God  is  here !  let  us  adore J.  Wesley     18 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land G.  Wesley  250 

Lo  !  round  the  throne,  a  glorious  band. .Pearson's  Gol.  233 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee Waits     27 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Fill Burder  258 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they Watts  135 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine Davies  191 

Lord,  I  approach  the  mercy-seat Newton  118 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains G.  Wesley  140 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  every  word G.  Wesley  197 

Lord  !  I  delight  in  thee Ryland  220 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care R.  Baxter  346 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray Doddridge     69 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above Watts     1 2 

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Ilymn 

Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours C.  Wesley     54 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now Hammond     23 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne.  .Pratt's  Col.     24 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling C.  Wesley  145 

Lovers  of  pleasure  more  than  God C.  Wesley     99 

Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb C.  Wesley  335 

Many  at  the  cross  are  kneeling A.  J.  Hough  333 

More  love  to  thee,  0  Christ Mrs.  E.  Prentiss  317 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain 320 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone Allen  268 

My  body.  soul,  and  spirit Mary  D.  James  338 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee S.  F.  Smith  286 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 307 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee R.  Palmer  167 

My  former  hopes  are  fled Covjper     90 

My  G-od,  my  portion,  and  my  love Watts  218 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys Watts  214 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right Doddridge  195 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair..  .  .    W.  Hunter  354 
My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou.  . .  .  Old  M.  E.  Col  165 

My  life  flows  on  in  endless  song F.  J.  Hartley  279 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend Watts  216 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord Village  Hymns     98 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard Heath  181 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee Sarah  F.  Adams  262 

Nearer  the  cross  my  heart  would  say Mrs.  V.  341 

Not  here,  as  to  the  prophet's  eye Cond-er  16 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein J.  Wesley  127 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King Heginbotham  1  74 

0  come,  and  dwell  in  me C  Wesley  119 

0,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth Medley  264 

0,  disclose  thy  lovely  face C.  Wesley  123 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring St.  Bernard  7  7 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Cowper  206 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink Bathursi  102 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day Hart  1 1 1 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God C.  Wesley  146 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing C.  Wesley  1 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love . .  .  C.  Wesley  142 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past Watts  248 

O  God.  thou  art  my  God  alone 1/     '/     \ery  190 

O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 

O  how  happy  are  thev y  132 

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Hymn 
Oh  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave. , . .  .PJicebe  Palmer  326 

0  joyful  sound  of  Gospel  grace G  Wesley  143 

0  Lord,  our  fathers  oft  hath  told Tate  &  Brady  243 

0  Lord,  thy  work  revive Hastings  1 68 

0  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art G  Wesley  155 

0  love  divine,  what  hast  thou  done G.  Wesley     37 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God Hart     19 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus.  .Miss  Annie  Warner  316 

One  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded 353 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought Phoebe  Gary  310 

0  praise  the  Lord,  he  loves  to  hear  you  singing 295 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  God Montgomery     59 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone G.  Wesley  148 

0  thou  God  of  my  salvation G.  Wesley  221 

0  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight J.  Wesley  196 

0  thou  who  all  things  canst  control.  .  .  ..  .  .J.  Wesley  204 

0  thou  who  earnest  from  above G.  Wesley  164 

0  thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear Moore  187 

0  'tis  delight  without  alloy Watts  219 

Our  sins  on  Christ  were  laid Faiucett     36 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride.  W.  F.  Warren  311 

0  what  amazing  woroN  of  grace Medley     78 

0  what  delight  is  this C.  Wesley  355 

0  where  shall  rest  be  found Montgomery     94 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair Waits     35 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow Ken  259 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey Hart  156 

Return,  0  wanderer,  return Colyer  104 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings Seagruve  229 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady  119 

Salvation !  0  the  joyful  sound Watts  76 

Saviour!  Thy  gentle  voice  gladly  we  hear 334 

Saviour,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee   Sir  P.  Grant  160 

Saviour,  who  tby  flock  art  feeding 351 

Say,  is  your  lamp  burning  ?  0  Christian 343 

See,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands Doddridge  329 

Servants  of  God  !  in  joyful  lays Montgomery  11 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river R.  Lowry  275 

Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve G.  Wesley  158 

Show  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive Watts  115 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word G.  Wesley  101 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard Faiocett  93 

Sinners,  turn:  why  will  ve  die G.  Wesley  105 

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IXDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 0.  Wesley  ISO 

SoDgs  of  praise  the  angels  sang Montgomery       6 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed Montgomery     61 

Spirit  of  faith,  come  down C.  Wesley   1 38 

Stand  np ! — stand  up  for  Jesus Duffield  349 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay C.  Wesley   122 

Sun  of  our  life  !  Thy  wakening  ray.  .  .  .  0.  W.  Holmes  325 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer 27 6 

Sweet  is  the  time  of  spring 285 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing Batty  277 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt Newton  207 

Talk  with  us,  Lord,  thyself  reveal C.  Wesley  213 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come Watts  255 

The  cross,  the  cross,  the  blood-stained../  H.  Stockton  309 

The  gospel !   0.  what  endless  charms Stede     70 

The  great  Physician  now  is  near. 308 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads..  .  .Doddridge  356 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed RtlUy     45 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns Watts     25 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise. . .  .  S.  Wesley,  Jan.     44 

The  morning  light  is  breaking iS.jP!  Smit) 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood Cowper     75 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light Jane  Taylor  242 

There  is  a  happy  land 280 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight Watts  227 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest Taj>pan  230 

There  is  beauty  all  arpund MacNaughton  281 

There  's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day 297 

There  's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy Folk 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb Cennich  271 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright.  .Newton   185 

Thou  very-present  aid. C.  Wesley  210 

Thy  ceaseless,  unexhaustiess  love C.  Wesley     81 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord S.  Stennett  2.">l 

Thy  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes.  .  .  .  Unknown  125 

Thy  loving  Spirit.  Lord,  alone .    144 

Thy  word,  almighty  Lord ,173 

Till  I  learned  to  love  thy  name .   322 

To  Father.  Son.  and  Holy  Ghost 

To  God,  the  Father.  Son.   .  .  .- J. 

Try  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground.  .  .  .  C.  \Y<:-slty  175 

Vain  man.  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear Hart     95 

Weary  souls,  that  wander  wide 

AVe  bring  no  glitt'ring  treasures I 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

We  ?re  traveling  home  to  heaven  above 302 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page Cowper  171 

What  majesty  and  grace S.  Stennett    71 

What  shall  I  do  my  God  to  love C.  Wesley     85 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be. ...  C.  Wesley  120 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear Watts  183 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross Watts     41 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing Prates  Col.  238 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 267 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun Newton  245 

Within  thy  house,  0  Lord  our  God Presb.  Col.     15 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day Sp.  of  Psalms     20 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace Watts    46 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 344 

Ye  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know C.  Wesley  201 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim .  C.  Wesley     10 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded Kelley    65 

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